It was only a dream, but ohhhhhh boy! What a dream! I should never have gone to see that movie about dreams. In the beginning, I am sitting in an assembly in the high school where I substitute teach, when somebody asks for volunteers to run for the office of student body president for next year. When nobody responds, the speaker says that the school cafeteria will serve only leftovers till thereís a volunteer. I canít have that, so I raise my hand. As no one else appears to want the position, the office will automatically be mine.
The sequence moves to shopping for a new dress to wear when I am making my acceptance speech. I love to shop! I see a big floppy hat that goes with the dress, and I buy that. Now whatís with that? I donít wear big floppy hats, never have.
The setting moves to the auditorium, where everybodyís seated, waiting, and I havenít even begun to plan what to say. Oh no! I recognize this dream; Iíve been in it before. I walk out on the stage and begin my presentation. No problem here. Iíve heard this same speech lots of times. I promise there will be more parties at school and less homework in the future. I assure the students that Iíll always be there to represent their opinions to the faculty and the administration. School is going to be a great deal more fun because of my ideas.
Suddenly, thereís music, or is that just the students laughing at my hat? Now Iím in a dream within a dream. I am seated at my computer at home, and Iím putting the final touches on a poem that I had worked on during my waking hours yesterday about Felipe Fly and Willy Wally Wasp who didnít have sense enough to avoid the spiderís web.
And now I am again back in the original dream on stage. Is that laughter I hear? All of the sudden it dawns on me that I could never take this position. Iím not a regular teacher, not even here every day, and, besides that, this is a job for a student. Itís the STUDENT body president, for goodness sake!
Suddenly, I remember a rising senior who is intelligent and industrious and is loaded with personality. I commend her to the students and appoint her myself. As I start to walk off the platform, I trip and go flying through the air. Fortunately, my husband is right there to catch me before I land on the floor. He says, ďAre you okay?Ē I open my eyes, and, indeed, I am. Iím very glad to be in real time right there beside my husband, who never even realizes Iíd taken him with me in my dream. Hmmm. Is that a real fly I see climbing up the wall, or did I bring Felipe Fly with me from my dream?
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And, my husband insists dreams are just split-second events. How can that be when we have such intricate plot dramas as you relate, here?
Your dream story reads just the way dreams work. I'm just amazed how you can remember all the details (especially if it really all happened in a split-second of time :)
Ahhhh haaa...Me thinketh thou hast seen the movie, Inception!! (actually I dreamed that part) *Grin*
Okay, I followed a link and hope I'm really writing this!
Great job of capturing the confusion and making sense out of it!! :)