7-10-2013 | Dream Fragments | A Hotel With A Buffet Restaurant

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I barely remember part of three dreams from last night with the first dream involving me going on vacation to a fictional city in the evening or night, and I stayed at a hotel that had a buffet restaurant; but I can not remember most of the dream.

I remember waking up the next morning to get to the buffet, the workers were preparing the buffet, and a line of people was/were waiting for the buffet to open; and the worker did not look so happy, I remember briefly talking with them, and then I probably got in line as the buffet opened.

I probably started looking at what food was available, but I probably woke up once I sat down at my table or after I started eating.

I had another dream that took place during the day probably at my grandfather’s house, and some of my direct family was there along with some of my indirect family like my uncle CE; and they were trying to fix or solve a problem, I tried to help them, and I remember my uncle CE acting like he knew how to fix it/solve it & so he gave us his advice but that is all that I can remember.

My last dream took place in a fictional school that has been in one of my past dreams, and I was in school walking through the halls to get to class; and as I entered the class I noticed a young man who was large & tall & over-weight but strong who had blond colored hair & blue colored eyes, and I recognized him as one of my former classmates whose name I could not remember.

He was hurrying to class like I was but I told him that he looked familiar and I told him that I forgot his name, he gave me a hint & he said that his first name started with a Y, but I still could not guess his name; and so he told me that his first name was Yoland, and he probably told me his last name.

He probably remembered me as well from years ago, I said a few more words, and then we both ran to separate classes. (Now that I am awake I realize that Yoland is a fictional version of one of my real former classmates whose name I can not remember exactly (maybe TW?), his name is not Yoland, and in real life he looks slightly different from Yoland)

I ran into a classroom and I had a frozen dessert on a popsicle stick, the other students were walking into a small classroom connected to this classroom, and so I followed them; and I recognized this class from a past dream taught by a slightly fictional version of my second grade teacher Mrs. H, who in the dream was very strict & who had her commandments/rules written where everyone could see them, and no food or drinks were allowed in her class.

The small classroom had about two or three rows of long brown colored table connected where us students sat, Mrs. H was in the larger classroom about to come into the smaller classroom, and so I quickly started eating my frozen dessert before she could enter the small classroom.

My former classmate A looked at me making a funny face and I made a funny face back, she was reminding me about the rules and I was letting her know that I know them but I did not want my frozen dessert to melt, and we both laughed quietly; and I quickly ate the frozen dessert in time as Mrs. H entered the room, and so she did not notice.

I was disappointed that I had Mrs. H class because I did not like how strict/cold/mean she was, and I hoped that I could cancel the class & switch to a new teacher; and I remembered cancelling her class before to switch to a new teacher in a past dream, and so I wondered how was I in her class again & so I wondered if I had come here by mistake.

Mrs. H started reminding the class of her rules coldly/meanly, and then she started a boring lesson (I think that this was an English class but I could be wrong); but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr

 

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