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Sep. 4th, 2010 05:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
clayhornikDream
Last day of school.
In the computer lab.
Margaret from Prince Books is there
I'm talking to Mrs James from elementary school, asking her if she had any plans and she begins sobbing because she's retiring and walks away.
I look at a non standard computer and wonder if the people who made it will come back to pick it up before school ends.
I ask a female student about *computer teacher*
Student says he was fired
I say why
She asks if I know the Oleander Inn. I think she's talking about a diner just next to the school. No, she says, the Olenader Inn on Shore Drive in Virginia Beach. The teacher was there having lunch, the waiter was rude, so the teacher up and left. As a result he was fired.
This surprises me as I know how rude the waiters are at the diner next to the school.
For some reason I want to play Greenday's Good Riddance (the Time of your Life) on the computer. I cannot, so I wander out of the classroom and into the pond in front of the school. I'm walking across the pond when a pickuptruckboat nearly hits me.
Then I wake up.
--
I don't think I dreamed about High School while I was there, so I don't know why it's showing up on my radar now. Twice within the last fortnight I've had a dreamcameo by a classmate who I've seen once in the last decade in real life.
I blame Facebook.
The details in this one were especially vivid, skater stickers on the non-standard computer, the knowing that EVERYBODY knows how rude the waiters are at the diner.
Mrs James was a real elementary school teacher of mine. She's been dead since... well, in my mind, I link her passing to the fire at Coleman's Nursery in Portsmouth - hearing about them at the same time, not because of, and that happened in (checks internet... gets sidetracked... stupid intarwub... 1982).
Last I heard, *computer teacher* retired like he should have.
There is no Oleander Inn in Virginia Beach, let alone on Shore Drive.
I'm surprised about the song I want to hear. It has become one of those stupid, saccharine nostalgia triggers, but I prefer the Glen Campbell version for some reason.
--
The classmate I've had dreamcameos by? It's odd, first she shows up in a dream. A few days later she's in another dream, where I'm telling her about how I dreamt about her. Part of me wants to send her a message on facebook and tell her I'm dreaming about her, but that just sounds... creepy.
Now, I'm going back to bed. Any typos are the result of doing this at 5:45 am without contact lenses.
Last day of school.
In the computer lab.
Margaret from Prince Books is there
I'm talking to Mrs James from elementary school, asking her if she had any plans and she begins sobbing because she's retiring and walks away.
I look at a non standard computer and wonder if the people who made it will come back to pick it up before school ends.
I ask a female student about *computer teacher*
Student says he was fired
I say why
She asks if I know the Oleander Inn. I think she's talking about a diner just next to the school. No, she says, the Olenader Inn on Shore Drive in Virginia Beach. The teacher was there having lunch, the waiter was rude, so the teacher up and left. As a result he was fired.
This surprises me as I know how rude the waiters are at the diner next to the school.
For some reason I want to play Greenday's Good Riddance (the Time of your Life) on the computer. I cannot, so I wander out of the classroom and into the pond in front of the school. I'm walking across the pond when a pickuptruckboat nearly hits me.
Then I wake up.
--
I don't think I dreamed about High School while I was there, so I don't know why it's showing up on my radar now. Twice within the last fortnight I've had a dreamcameo by a classmate who I've seen once in the last decade in real life.
I blame Facebook.
The details in this one were especially vivid, skater stickers on the non-standard computer, the knowing that EVERYBODY knows how rude the waiters are at the diner.
Mrs James was a real elementary school teacher of mine. She's been dead since... well, in my mind, I link her passing to the fire at Coleman's Nursery in Portsmouth - hearing about them at the same time, not because of, and that happened in (checks internet... gets sidetracked... stupid intarwub... 1982).
Last I heard, *computer teacher* retired like he should have.
There is no Oleander Inn in Virginia Beach, let alone on Shore Drive.
I'm surprised about the song I want to hear. It has become one of those stupid, saccharine nostalgia triggers, but I prefer the Glen Campbell version for some reason.
--
The classmate I've had dreamcameos by? It's odd, first she shows up in a dream. A few days later she's in another dream, where I'm telling her about how I dreamt about her. Part of me wants to send her a message on facebook and tell her I'm dreaming about her, but that just sounds... creepy.
Now, I'm going back to bed. Any typos are the result of doing this at 5:45 am without contact lenses.
