My dreams are recorded here in reverse chronological order with the most recent dream first and the less recent dreams after them. I am puzzled by my dreams and welcome comments and interpretations at friarjak@yahoo.com. If you send a comment, please give me permission to publish it here.
The Old “Kabookey” - 5/9/2025 at 05:30
I woke up from a frustrating dream at 5:30 a.m. this morning. I showed up for wrestling practice, but everyone was putting their wrestling uniforms into travel bags and getting onto a bus. I asked what was going on, but no one would speak to me or tell me. I followed everyone out to the bus, but the coach would not let me into the bus since I did not have a signed parental permission slip. I complained that no one had told me about the trip, nor given me a permission form to get signed. No matter how I complained, the coach who was driving the bus pretended not to hear me and closed the bus door. I watched as the bus made a five-point U-turn to get out of the bus garage onto the street. They disappeared down the road. I headed back through the bus garage into the locker room, where I saw Mr. Prentiss, the head football coach, in the coach's office doing paperwork. I asked him, “When did they announce the wrestling trip today and give out permission slips?”. He replied, “The first day of practice this week. You were late getting to practice Monday, weren’t you?”
“I was at a regional debate competition all day. We got back to school after practice had started.”
He frowned, ‘Well, there you have the result of being an advanced placement smarty pants. It is up to you to get read into whatever you missed when you are late to practice for any reason.”
Getting nowhere fast, I changed the subject. “I missed the spring football briefing for a debate practice last week. What is football going to be like next fall? What did I miss?” Apparently, this was the spring of my junior year of high school.
Smiling, he replied, “Well, you missed the old ka-boo-key.” He handed me what looked like a water-stained parchment, beaded, “The Old Kameerkwikly.” I always have difficulty reading things in my dreams because the words change every time I glance away from the page. The gist of this page was a set of directions for selling something by making the potential customer want what you are selling by making them want to “come here quickly” for a special deal. I woke up at this point.
As usual in my dreams, I was confused, unprepared, and a day late and a dollar short. We had to sell something to earn enough money to pay for our football uniforms and equipment before football practice started the next year. Of course, nothing like this ever happened to me. Apparently, I still have phobias left from 60 years ago.
Ghosts? Astral projections? - 5/8/2025 at 17:15
It has been nearly a year since I last posted. While I dream nearly every night, most of the time they are rather mundane... as one of the following:
1. Late for school or work and the distance from where I am to where I want to be keeps getting longer. I often can not find the classroom I should be in.
2. I'm traveling from here to there and the route and terrain keeps changing. I know what direction to go, but my way is often blocked by terrain so I create imaginative ways to get around the obstacles such as flying over them.
3. I'm at military training like reserve summer camp. Most of the time I am observing training of others rather than participating.
4. I'm at scout camp as a scout, or staff, or adult leader. A great deal of the dream is spent trying to find my unit, the dining hall, or activity site.
The last month or so I have started having "dream hallucinations" as I awake from some dreams or as I start to fall asleep. Yesterday morning as I woke up I saw my daughter Cait standing beside my bed dressed as if taking a walk on a cold day wearing a leather jacket, scarf and jeans, I was surprised to see her in our bedroom so I opened my eyes farther and started to sit up. As my eyes adjusted to the bright light of day the background around Cait faded to the actual view of our bedroom. Then Cait faded away.
This afternoon, as I woke from a couple minute nap I saw our son David walking from our kitchen toward the recliner sofa where I spend most of each day reading. I woke and sat up and started to greet him as he faded away. I was very surprised that he was here since he lives in Florida now. These visions seem very real. It is very disturbing to have them fade away as I open my eyes wider.
Buzzard6 — 6/16/2024 at 10:20 AM
For most of my life, I have had the right words when they are needed for my use. Now as I grow older they are sometimes out of reach when needed. Now I think in dream-like mental pictures that include smells, tastes, and feelings as well as sounds and pictures. These little day-dreams carry much more information than words ever could. It is frustrating to have such full thoughts and not be able to share them adequately.
For example, how do I describe the experience when occasionally my point of view wanders to the point of view of my cat, or a passing bird or butterfly. Or the view from the circling old buzzards who are waiting for me to become their lunch. How do I give the warning I want to scream from the view point of a housefly when I spot a dragonfly approaching. Or my glee at evading the flyswatter that seems to move so slowly when I see it as a fly sees it when I try to swat the fly.
Who would believe the dream-thought I experience when I am a great fluffy white cloud when I rip my cloud belly open on the top of Mount Timpanogos and let loose a deluge on the surrounding hillsides? How can I share the joy of flowing like a wave when my cloud form billows up over the top of a ridge like Maple Mountain and riffles over the ridges behind it? Perhaps from these feeble word hints of these paragraphs you have been able to picture in your mind's eye these experiences I have had as my spirit rides in other forms. I recommend your normal body be sitting or laying still as you experience things as a fly or bird. Just remember to duck before you crash into a tree limb or electric wire. Never mind the giggles when others see you duck in your daydream.
7/25/2024 I was looking at ocean going sailboats for sale in Toledo Ohio where I found Diane seriously considering buying one that had rotten wood in the stern. We were both college students. We got permission to take the boat for a test sail after I used a caulking gun to seal the leaky area on the stern. We were both taken by the idea of sailing up the Labrador and Greenland coasts to Iceland and then Scotland, kind of Leif Erickson in reverse. Most of the dream was centered around making the repairs to the boat before buying it and making the trip to Scotland from Toledo.
7/9/2024 Very elaborate dream in which I went with a Middle Eastern friend to his music lesson to learn to play flute music to support his Islamic? worship in a mosque? in East Toledo. The teacher allowed me in the lesson but resisted giving me a grade card until my friend insisted I get one because I had mastered the music just as he had by practicing with him. In real life I do not remember ever having a middle eastern friend, although Diane and I had Iranian college aged foreign exchange students from the University of Toledo live with us when I was teaching at UT. Two different students each for a semester. The second one was named Edgar and interacted with us more than the first one whose name I do not remember but he was very quiet and kept to himself in his bedroom. I have been sleeping in the family room on my recliner chair to keep from rolling onto my wound from having the battery in my pacemaker changed last Tuesday 7/2/24. The first night after surgery I rolled onto my left side where the pacemaker cut opened just enough to bleed a spot the size of my little finger nail onto my night shirt. It has not bleed since because I slept sitting up so as not to hurt myself. There has not been any pain from the surgery. A little swelling was controlled by putting an icepack on the wound for the first two days. I have been listening to Tibetan healing flute music while I sleep but I have never learned to play the flute except in my dreams.
7/6/2024 I never drove a school bus in real life. However, the last few nights I dreamed that I did drive a bus somewhere in Kentucky. After driving the morning route, I parked my bus at the top of a reforested hill that had been a clear cut area, now it had chest high spruce trees. I slid down the hill under the trees, sneaking up on a friend who was in the tall trees at the bottom of the hill. The friend was dressed as Davy Crocket, who was chopping logs for log houses. So I helped chop notches into his logs and moved them into position on the new log house. Then I drove the evening route and went home to dinner.
6/10/2024 It is over a month since my last entry. Recent dreams are mostly at Boy Scout Camp which is where I spent summers from age 14 to 20 and again for three summers the first few years I taught school. Of course it is at a camp which I don't recognize from the real world but it is identified as along Ten Mile Creek like Camp Miakonda, but on the east shore like The R. A. Stranahan Arboretum and the camp is between West Toledo and the Oak Openings Park area. It combines many of the characteristics of Miakonda and Tanah Keeta Scout Reservation located near Tequesta in Martin County, Florida.
5/7/24 On this day 6 years ago Friar Jack Graham Shared with Public on Facebook
OK, ENOUGH WITH THESE RETIRED TEACHER NIGHTMARES !!! I only had 5 real first days of junior high school in my whole 44 year teaching career. (The rest were high school or college years.) I had at least two last night and more than a dozen last week! All in schools I never saw before, in places I did NOT recognize. What is worse, I would drive home through jungle, dessert, or narrow city canyons (like Tokyo) only to drive all night and arrive at another new school for a first day in basement dungeon classes or portables way out at the back of the athletic fields. It has been 44 years since I taught the sweat-hogs in the coal bin at Perrysburg Junior High, and 22 years since teaching video production in the library stacks at Martin County High... and 18 years since teaching Jr HS Chemistry in a dry converted warehouse... At both I never had more than 8 students at a time for a total of two dozen all day. In my night mares, there are over three dozen per class and dozens of classes per day only to drive home to arrive at the next first day of school in another dungeon hallway or library stacks area with several dozens of students and dozens of classes. I have not gotten past the first day attendance taking and introductions in the last three years of first days of school several times per each week. Hopefully, this ranting vent will help, but I doubt it. Are there any amateur or professional shrinks online who can tell me how to break this nightmare cycle?
All reactions: 4 Jeannine Duffey Neubecker, Kenny Abbott and 2 others 13
I can't help it if you and Dave taught Sweathogs! Alison finally came to the realization that she teaches Sweathogs too. Dave used to have school dreams and Alison does now too.
2 Replies Jeannine Duffey Neubecker Some cannon fodder for your dreams https://www.facebook.com/boredte.../videos/2190295877654926/
And You Mr. Graham.. Have A GRREEAAT DAY!
Friar Jack Graham "Are there any amateur or professional shrinks online who can tell me how to break this nightmare cycle?"
Start drinking.
James B. Connelly, PhD
Friar Jack Graham Aaah! At last some good advice from a Pro!
My son in law, Mandy's husband, Jeff Shearer at Tykes and Teens is a shrink He's married to a French teacher!!You ought to try teacher nightmares in French! ️️️️️️️️️️
Mrs. Roher, my HS AP French teacher, promised us we would dream in French... I still do, but I only understand half of what is said. Mostly spy and travel dreams. Dreaming in French usually gets me shot at... and this one I know what causes those nightmares.
What caused the French nightmares?
When I was a general's aide de camp in Vietnam the general and I went to a state dinner in Tay Ninh where he sat with the Vietnamese generals and colonels and I sat with their aides along a long table. We passed the food dishes around the table and ate silently. The potatoes were especially good so I asked for some more in English, but no one responded. I remembered Mrs. Roher telling us French was the second language of Indochina which includes Vietnam. So I asked for more potatoes in my best French. The Vietnamese major sitting on my right drew his pistol and placed it at my temple while saying something very angrily in Vietnamese. Fortunately, the Vietnamese general for whom the major was his aide jumped up across the table from us and ordered the major to stand down which he did while grumbling in Vietnamese. The general in perfect English explained to me that French is considered by the Vietnamese to be the language of their captivity or slavery so it is a great insult to make requests in French. Of course I apologized profusely and thanked him for saving my life.
5/5/24 Several Recurring Dreams at Once
Last night and this morning I had several of my recurring dreams combined together; first days of school, learning new campuses, reading, following maps, being confused and temporarily mislocated, usually have their own dream. These all occurred together last night.
The story or situation was my first days on a campus new to me. I didn't know where the various departments and schools on campus are located. So I went into what appeared to be the largest central old building on campus like University Hall at the University of Toledo, or the Woodbury Building at UVU, and proceeded down the main hallway taking every left hand hallway off of the main hall until I arrived at some secretarial pool. I looked around trying to pick the person who appeared to be the least occupied and asked her what department I was in. She replied it was the political philosophy department.
There was a dish of several kinds of fudge on the counter around her desk. I asked if I could sample a small piece. She replied of course but the fudge was to be sold as a fund raiser of some kind. So I asked how much it cost for a cubic inch piece that looked especially good. She replied it was a reject so only a nickel. The nickel I found in my pocket was about the size of a quarter but had a buffalo on one side and an Indian on the reverse. It was clearly marked 5 cents. She accepted the coin and gave me the fudge in a small cupcake paper cup. I asked if she knew of any professor or graduate student that was in need of having a video done. She told me about a couple who may need videos made and gave me a map to their offices.
One of the dream phenomena that puzzles me then occurred. As I tried to follow the maps to find the professors, the maps kept changing. When I'm dreaming I can't read because what is written keeps changing and complex diagrams like maps are different each time I look away and then look back at them. I spent hours following these morphing maps to those needing my video department services. I woke up in frustration and worried through several possible solutions to the morphing maps such as calling on the phone and having the professors meet me in some common space. Or holding the map up so I could navigate without taking my eyes off of it so it could not change since I was watching it continuously. After several minutes I fully woke and determined I did not have to solve this problem because it was not real.
When I was actually charged with making videos for teachers it was at Martin County High School in Florida (1992 to 1996). Those were some of the best years of my professional life so it is no surprise they would pop up as the subject of my dreams. Having my students produce needed usable videos was good for them as well as good for those for whom we made the videos.
I suppose the anxiety of learning a new campus is traumatic and exciting enough to stimulate my dreams a couple of decades later. There is a certain excitement that captivates me as I wander unfamiliar campuses learning their secret places and interacting with the secretaries and assistants who really do most of the work. It has been my experience that dealing with them is more productive than dealing with their bosses. I wish I had been more appreciative of secretaries and assistants when I was working, especially those who worked for me.
4/24/24 Medieval Dreams...
Another reoccurring dream of mine is being given a small herd of yaks and a yurt at an SCA war in Arizona. I love spending a weekend in the middle ages but I'm sure I would not want to live there. I like modern plumbing too much. I was tickled to see a Roman era boiler that was preserved at Pompei with real brass cast faucets. Maybe I have just reenacted the wrong historic era.
4/22/24 Air Force Special Projects Officer
This morning I was assigned to a large Air Force Base like Luke or Hill, or Atsugi as a young Captain. My official duty assignment could be finished in about an hour each day but I was on call the rest of the day for changes as needed. My duty was collecting weather reports for the whole world and collating them into a form pilots could use to make flight plans for long range missions using the help of the jet streams to minimize flight times and fuel usage.
To keep myself occupied I programmed a computer model of the work flows at the base for fueling, arming, and air operations. I suggested that I determine the minimum amount of personnel and equipment needed to refuel, rearm, and return fighter aircraft to the air in dispersed locations using straight stretches of the interstate highway system. This was an idea from the cold war era that seemed like a good one to be updated for now since Russia and Iran are threatening nuclear or near nuclear war. Dispersing the whole base would make it less vulnerable to a single nuke.
I was never in the air force but I served as a DoD civilian teacher at Injirlik Air Base, Turkey, for two years.
A F-16 fighter jet prepares to land on the Lim Chu Kang road during Exercise Torrent, a military exercise held by the Republic of Singapore Air Force (RSAF) on Nov 29, 2008. PHOTO: ST FILE from https://www.straitstimes.com/singapore/air-force-to-conduct-alternate-runway-exercise-at-lim-chu-kang-road-nov-10-14
4/20/24 I dreamt about spectra this morning
4/20/24 I dreamt about spectra this morning. A spectrum is not a light subject when it is applied to people such as the ones used for autism, learning differences, intelligence, attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD), mental health, personality, neurodiversity, and the sensory processing spectrum. These are the spectra that cause interactions like one in my dream (which happened in my real world professional life when I was a FDLRS* Technical Consultant) where a teacher brought a student into an IEP (individual learning plan) conference and screamed at the committee, "I have done everything I can think of for her! Now you experts... fix her!"
In my dream I was traveling in the far east where I was performing FDLRS* like functions in Korea and Japan for the Department of Defense (DoD). In real life I never did such services overseas, but I did sit in on IEP meetings both as an assistant principal and as a teacher during the twelve years we taught overseas in Turkey and Japan.
Most of the dream took place in a waiting area in the Haneda Airport. I was in a group of teachers traveling to a special education conference where I was to speak about my FDLRS* experiences and suggest ways that such services could be provided by DoD. We got into a very deep discussion of the spectra used to classify students' difficulties in the DoD classroom environment. In reality DoD did not have specialist services like FDLRS* provided in Florida. This precluded military families from serving overseas if they had students who were high on the differences spectra such that they caused problems for regular classroom teachers. I suppose my subconscious mind is still feeling guilty about not serving DoD students as well as they could have been served by my colleagues in FDLRS*.
* FDLRS (fiddlers) is the Florida Diagnostic and Learning Resources System see https://www.fdlrs.org/
4/17/24 A Whole Herd of Nightmares.
On the morning of the school open house, I entered the math classroom I shared with an algebra teacher and went to the back corner of the room to my desk. The display of Advanced Placement Calculus Texts and student work I had laid out was gone. The desk top was empty except for a stapler, my hot chocolate mug, and the standard green desktop blotter. My teacher's textbook with today's lesson plan was nowhere to be seen. I quickly searched through the desk drawers and the cabinets behind the desk along the wall and the shelf under the windows. There was absolutely no sign of my display materials nor my lesson plans. My half dozen AP students started wandering in and sat in the front row of seats at the other end of the room and started on the bell problem that I had written on the board last night. The bell problem was the only thing remaining from the hour of preparations I had done yesterday after soccer practice.
I quickly ran across the hall to the teachers lounge and accosted Ms. Smith. "Where are all the things that were on my desk?"
"I cleared all those old papers away into the garbage can when I came in this morning. I warned you last night as you rushed off to your stupid soccer practice that I would clean up your desk if you didn't. That is my room and I will not have your mess in one corner reflecting on my professionalism. I took that messy pile of old books to the library storage room."
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"There was no mess on my desk. The only part of our shared room that I claim for my class is that desk and one section of the chalkboard. That was my open house display you destroyed. Where did you pitch my lesson plan for today that was sitting neatly on my blotter?"
"Some open house display. Parents won't understand any of that crap. I won't bore them with non-Algebraic junk nobody can understand. If it was on the desk, then your lesson plan is either in the wastebasket or in the library storage with the rest of those dilapidated books."
"Those were my personal engineering books that my students have been using to see how Calculus, the highest application of Algebra, is used in the real world. They do not belong to the school library. They are not yours to dispose of. If they are not all back on my desk in ten minutes I am going to the principal. Remember, you are only a second year teacher so you are still on probation. I'm tenured faculty. The principal will put you out on the street if you keep interfering with the real professional's teaching materials." I stormed out of the lounge back to my classroom and started class. I woke up at this point.
Some of my least favorite things while teaching for 42 years were sharing classrooms, parent open houses and other necessary but disruptive activities that detracted from teaching time like holiday assemblies and sports, know-it-all new teachers who did not understand nor appreciate disciplines other than their own, and worse, teachers who didn't even understand their own subject matter who were too proud to ask for help when they needed it. Fortunately, for most of my career there were only a few of all of these. It is interesting that my subconscious would throw them all into one nightmare.
4/13/24 I dreamt the last few weeks of school getting students ready for the exams. My room was double the size of a normal classroom about 35' by 75'. In the center of the room on the long axis was a four foot wide and three foot deep stream with fish, tadpoles, water plants, and so forth just as if a wild stream flowed through the classroom straight down its center with all the bugs, animals, and plants of a stream indigenous to Ohio. There were several wooden bridges across the stream. The bridges were about two feet wide and had wheels on the ends with guideposts that kept them from sliding into the stream but which allowed them to slide along the stream. The top surface of the bridges were padded with material like a plastic wrestling mat so it was comfortable to sit or kneel on the bridge to observe the life in the stream.
There were binocular microscopes, hand magnifiers, beakers, and other equipment useful when observing water life on selves along an inside windowless wall. On the opposite windowed wall there were two dozen 3' by 3' by 3' terrariums on a 30" tall shelf with drawers under it, with life from the forest floor or fields native to the Ohio Oak Openings Park. The two shorter end walls also had equipment storage shelves and each had a door into the rest of the school. I spent a lot of time fretting over keeping the cloth filter at one end of the stream clear of floating stuff so the water but not the animals could flow through the cloth into the pump sump to be pumped to the up stream end of the room to keep the stream aeriated and flowing.
The students were from my real world classes in Arizona and Japan. Much of my teaching time was spent helping students get over their test anxiety for the coming comprehensive year end test. At the beginning of the week before exam week I spread the 5 bridges evenly so there was about 10' between them. I had 3/8 inch dowels stuck in the bottom mud of the stream with a half sheet of paper on a placard at their tops with a question about the flora or fauna at the bottom of the dowel. There were four questions at each bridge and five more along the shore randomly so the test was 25 questions each with three to five parts for a total of 100 gradable sub-questions. The exam time was 90 minutes long. The students would get three and a half minutes at each station to answer the questions at that station. We spent the week before the exam doing about fifteen minutes at each station using our notes and references to research out the answers over the course of the five days they got to see and determine the answers expected at every station. While this prep time was open notes and open books, the test would not be. While most of the two dozen students in each class would do very well on this test there were about a half dozen in each class who were afraid of the time pressure. I finally allowed them to talk me into allowing them to come back after school or during lunch to finish any questions they did not have time to finish during the test time. We had done a similar test at midterms with a question on each of the twenty-five terrariums. Everyone had passed with the all classes average being 88% but there were still many who were afraid of the time pressure to remember the names and ecological functioning of so many plants and animals.
It is a mystery to me how I can cram three or more weeks of classes into a dream lasting only a few minutes of my sleeping time. It is my understanding that we actually only dream for the last few minutes of the time we are asleep.
4/5/24 Antigravity Worries...
This morning I woke up worrying about gravity. Antigravity actually. I was envisioning an antigravity machine built like an airplane without wings or a car with the antigravity generator engine kind of in the center of the vehicle like a Humvee engine. When I started up the engine and put it in gear I expected the machine to repel the earth and fly off into space. Instead, the antigravity field it generated was repelled by everything in the universe which crushed it like a can with all the air sucked out of it.
So exactly how is antigravity going to work? Since gravity pulls in all directions, is the antigravity machine going to push away things in all directions? Science tells us that each particle of matter attracts every other particle of matter equally but the effective force is smaller inversely by the square of the distance between the particles. So if a glob of matter to the east one mile away pulls on my car with a force of 1 unit then an equal glob of matter to the west two miles away will pull with an apparent force of 1/4 the pull of the other glob of matter.
If antigravity behaves the same way but in reverse then my antigravity car will be pushed away from the western glob with four times the force as it is pushed away from the eastern glob. Therefore, my antigravity machine should be pushed way from the earth it is sitting on with a much greater force than it is pushing away the stars, sun, and moon. It should not be crushed but pushed away from the point where the sum of all gravitational forces seems to radiate which is called the barycenter. So an antigravity machine should fly away from the earth rapidly on the side away from the sun and moon but fly away a little slower when the sun and/or moon is above where it is taking off.
Landing will be a balancing act of allowing gravity to pull the car down but balancing the falling force with antigravity repulsion to slow the fall and then cancel the fall to make a soft landing. To fly parallel to the surface of the earth is even trickier unless it is possible to make antigravity unidirectional. If antigravity is unidirectional then we simply point the antigravity engine away from the way we want to go and the vehicle will be attracted by all the mass in the other direction and repulsed by everything in the direction it is pointed. As I visualize the antigravity engine as a bell shape like a current rocket engine the landing and take off maneuvers would look like the similar maneuvers of space-X. Effectively, the redirection of momentum by a rocket engine is very much an antigravity effect.
05:30 3/27/24 Distracted... I was racing to class in West University Hall as is my usual daily nightmare. I never quite know which room number is where the class will be held, but it is certainly that way so I ran down the hall to the stairs where I slope my shoes so I ski down the stairs rapidly descending to the basement where the tunnel to the next building is located. As I run through the tunnel I realize the class is in the ROTC room in the National Guard Armory which is on the other side of the fieldhouse where I emerge from the tunnel.
As I rushed through the corridors under the stands in the fieldhouse I glimpse the golden shine off of the horn of a unicorn as it disappears around the next curve in the corridor. When I reach the curve the corridor is filled with students rushing from classrooms along the outside wall of the fieldhouse and scattering both ways down the hall headed to their next classes. I can't see the unicorn so I ask the nearest student which way it went. She replied, "Unicorn? Yeah. You don't look that crazy but there are no unicorns on campus." I shrug my shoulders and run as quickly as I can in the direction the unicorn was headed.
All thoughts about my next class have left my mind as I chase the unicorn no one will admit seeing. I'm about to pass the door that opens outside to cross the street to the armory where I should be going. I'm sure the unicorn went straight down the hall toward the student gym. Then I see a red flash through the sunshine out on the road. A fox flashes across the road and dives into the armory as a student opens the door to come outside.
Fox or unicorn? Which one should I pursue? One is common, the other less so, even in my dreams unicorns are rare. As usual I am uncertain whether I am dreaming or actually on my way to class. It occurs to me unicorns are fables, foxes are real. Reality is calling me to class in the armory. As I pull the armory door open, I remember it was torn down years ago. The whole building disappears and the fox runs across the field that is there now and disappears into the brush along the Ten Mile Creek.
There is laughter behind me. I turn around to see the whole campus disappear as I realize I'm dreaming. The whole campus reverts to the wild woods it was hundreds of years ago. The unicorn stands at the top of the hill where the fieldhouse will be some day. She laughs again and disappears into the woods and I wake up the rest of the way.
Any clues to how one should interpret such a dream are welcome. It must mean something because it reoccurs several times per month. Comment to friarjak@yahoo.com thank you.
3/30/24 Starting or Ending. Teaching or Learning. Leading or Following. One of my most frequently recurring dreams is either the first day or last day of school. In these dreams I bounce back and forth between being a teacher and being a student. They are quite confusing. More later, maybe.
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