A Substitute Teacher | Flies & Drains

Dream 1

This dream took place during the day and I was outside at my female coworker JB’s house helping them clean up after Hurricane Laura, her daughter WB and some of her friends were there, and later in the dream I was in a classroom waiting for a class to start.

JB and her daughter WB were there alone in one part of the classroom, I was in another part of the classroom, and there were some other students there as well.

Teaching A Class And Getting Tracked By Karl Urban

This dream was probably partly inspired by my brother GC and I watching two episodes of the web television show The Boys yesterday, which is the best superhero show that I have seen this year so far, and I like it better than the superhero movies that I have seen as well; this show is surprising me so far, and is one of my favorite television shows that I am watching this year so far.

All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place inside a multi-purpose building that had a small school or college that I attended, a small apartment where I lived, a place where I worked which I assumed was maybe a library or library-like place, and maybe one or more businesses like maybe a BB Grocer Store-like business that I would shop at.

In the dream I moved between these different parts of the building, everything was connected, and so: my apartment, the classes that I would attend, my job, and at least the grocery store-like business were reachable from the same hallway.

The classroom that I went to in the dream was on the left side of the hallway at the beginning of it, my apartment was on the right side of the hallway further down along the middle and down another hallway was my room at the end, my job was at the end of the hallway in the center through another door, and the store was either on the other side of my job or was at the end on the left or right of the hallway.

At some point in the dream I went to a class in a classroom with other students, we quickly learned that our teacher was not there today, and they wanted me to teach the class for the day.

I was not ready for this at all, I was a bit nervous, but I went ahead and took my place as the substitute teacher for the day even though I was just a student.

The lesson plan for the day was a white sheet of paper with black text that had at least 10 sets of words, two per set, and the class was supposed to study them and take a test on them today.

I had not learned this yet either, so I was going to have to study this as well, and so I told the other students to pair up in groups of two to study this.

While they were studying it I was going to study it too, then I would go over it with them, and then we would take a test on it.

I struggled with this until at some point I left the room for one or more reasons known and unknown, one possible reason was to stall so that I had more time to study, and during this time I went to various locations in the building including maybe the office.

I saw one of my former substitute teachers Mrs. F as a patron in the library (or whatever it was) where I worked, and Karl Urban was possibly over the security of the building; and he was leading a security team from a command room.

Mr. Urban and the rest of his security team were trying to track me as I kept moving around the building trying to use the internet on various computers and devices, there was something that they wanted me to sign or do or something, and sometimes he would send messages to the computers and devices that I was trying to connect to.

I went to and from my apartment, the classroom, the store, the library, et cetera as I tried to avoid the Mr. Urban and the rest of security who were trying to track me over the network and maybe over the security cameras.

I was so busy with trying to do that and use the internet that I did not study the worksheet during this time, and so I needed to waste even more time.

Mr. Urban possibly tried to communicate with me over an intercom system, but I am not sure.

I remember that I felt so safe in this building that my apartment was usually unlocked and open, I realized that was probably not a good idea, and so eventually I closed my door and maybe I locked it at some point in case Mr. Urban and his security came looking for me.

But that is all that I can remember of this dream.

The end,

-John Jr

Our Teacher & Substitute Teacher | The B House | A Dream Within A Dream?

Dream 1

All that I can remember of the first dream is being inside a mostly dark classroom in a fictional one-story school with other students and I do not remember our teacher being there, our teacher once again reminded me of my ACT Prep teacher and/or my Kindergarten teacher, and she was a more traditional and organized/structured/strict teacher who kept the curtains closed in the classroom which I do not like.

This classroom had more windows than probably any classroom that I have had but dark-blueish colored curtains blocked most of the natural light and view, because there was no teacher for class everyone was relaxing and having fun, and someone was playing a fictional episode of the television show True Blood on a television near the left side of the chalk/marker board; and there was the usual nudity, sex, et cetera so it was definitely not something that was allowed to be watched at school.

Sting Is Our New Teacher?

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I had several dreams last night but I got awakened by an alarm clock, feeling hot, and having to use the bathroom; and I remembered part of one or two dreams but I did not feel like voice recording them because I felt tired & lazy, so I went back to sleep, and I forgot that dream or those dreams when I woke up later so now I only remember part of my last dream which is unclear.

I think that I was in a building that might have been an indoor/outdoor building that was somewhat like the Walmart in D, I was in a classroom near where the men’s clothing used to be near where the holiday cards are now, and some of my classmates were former classmates of mine like WT & several other people.

I think that on the right side of the classroom was the store and maybe on the left side of the classroom was a field or an indoor field-like room, and I probably had one or more classes but I can not remember.

I just remember that the classroom was dimly lit at some point and my classmates & I were moving things around, a TV was one of those things, and our new teacher or substitute teacher or a guest speaker came; and I think that the singer Sting was our new teacher or substitute teacher or the guest speaker.

I remember Sting talking in an interesting philosophical-like way with us as we moved things around, after finishing moving stuff Sting told us all to walk to the field-like area to sit on the ground for a gathering, and so we all sat on the ground together.

Sting was going to ask each one of us questions one-at-a-time & talk with us to get to know each of us better in front of the entire class as we all sat together on the ground, and so everyone would learn more about each other in a more intimate way; and after we all sat on the ground I asked Sting who would go first, and he said that I would be first to my surprise.

So Sting began the gathering by introducing me to the class, I said who I was and I said a few things about myself, and then Sting started the question & talk session which felt like/seemed like the TV show Inside The Actors Studio because Sting was talking/acting like James Lipton.

Sting started by saying: The Hunger Games…. *A Long Pause* “.

I interrupted the long pause by saying: “I recently saw The Hunger Games, and I said a few things about the film.”.

Sting then said/asked: “If you were in The Hunger Games…*Pause* , what/how would you most likely be/get killed?”.

I paused briefly, and then I said: “I would most likely be/get killed trying to help someone or by someone using my niceness against me to kill me because I would probably only kill those trying to kill me and/or someone else, I would probably not go around killing people unless it was in self-defense, and so that would probably get me killed; and once someone realizes that they would probably trick me into helping them and/or they would kill me from behind when I am helping someone else and/or them.”.

I can not remember what else we talked about or what else I was asked, and I can not remember the rest of the gathering; but shortly after the gathering we were still talking, I was talking with my former classmate WT & several other classmates, and my former classmate PW was playing with a long metal/fiberglass painter’s stick (paint roller extension pole) that connects to a paintbrush-head to reach tall/high places when painting.

PW then started to hold the painter’s stick like a throwing spear, and then he threw it toward us like he was trying to throw it over us; but that was dangerous and stupid, and he did not warn us.

The painter’s stick hit WT under his eye, almost hitting him in his eye, and then everyone stopped once they realized what had happened; but fortunately WT only had a bruise, some swelling, and pain under his eye after getting hit.

The damage would have been worse if it had hit his eye, he possibly could have lost his eye, but fortunately that did not happen.

WT was angry and he asked PW why he had done something so stupid & dangerous, and we told PW about the dangers of what he had done; and then we probably sent WT to get his injury checked by a doctor/nurse, but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr

 

CW And The Graduates And Future Graduates

I remember part of my last dream from last night, which took place in an unknown place during the day, and I was in a building that had an open area on the left side of the building & a few classrooms on the right side of the building; and I was there with some high school graduates from a year before, some high school graduates from today, and my former high school class who were to be graduating in another year.

So basically I was back in high school again I guess, except that we were not in D or at The D High School, and I guess that I/we were also younger again; but I think that I had some of my old memories/feelings still, so I probably felt/knew that I had already graduated from high school years ago.

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