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pipistrellafelix) wrote2007-07-10 03:34 pm
pipistrellafelix) wrote2007-07-10 03:34 pm
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here, professor, have an egg
I also want to write, for posterity, the dream I had this morning, which I remembered in fragments as I was waking up. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vazavati was there with me, & we were in a grocery store that was also a school. The workers & stockers & clerks at the store were all school staff as well. Emily & I were walking through the store, looking for various things (is this analogous to shopping for classes? I'm not sure), & talking about theater, specifically Arcadia. We were enthusing about the play in general & how amazing it was, & I said that we should try to do it at school (meaning of course our grocery store academy). At the same time we were also enthusing about a professor at school, Professor Harvey I believe, who was one of those fabulous teachers with crazy interpretations that impresses all his students; we were talking about how we could get him involved, directing or being in the play. The dream jumped & Emily was not with me anymore, & I was heading to a meeting with Professor Harvey. Instead of bringing him homework I was bringing him a hardboiled egg, which I found in the store (it was a really lovely egg; sort of spotted). His office was in the cold section--a glass door next to the milk that opened onto a pleasant little room with chairs & a desk & books. I didn't dream the meeting, but I remember liking the office rather a lot.
vazavati was there with me, & we were in a grocery store that was also a school. The workers & stockers & clerks at the store were all school staff as well. Emily & I were walking through the store, looking for various things (is this analogous to shopping for classes? I'm not sure), & talking about theater, specifically Arcadia. We were enthusing about the play in general & how amazing it was, & I said that we should try to do it at school (meaning of course our grocery store academy). At the same time we were also enthusing about a professor at school, Professor Harvey I believe, who was one of those fabulous teachers with crazy interpretations that impresses all his students; we were talking about how we could get him involved, directing or being in the play. The dream jumped & Emily was not with me anymore, & I was heading to a meeting with Professor Harvey. Instead of bringing him homework I was bringing him a hardboiled egg, which I found in the store (it was a really lovely egg; sort of spotted). His office was in the cold section--a glass door next to the milk that opened onto a pleasant little room with chairs & a desk & books. I didn't dream the meeting, but I remember liking the office rather a lot.