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sagesariaI have been askeep since 4:30. Another crazy attempt to completely desctroy my sleep schedule? Perhaps.
I had a beautiful bittersweet dream...I swear to god I would do this...
I dreamed that after school one day, I stayed in the child development classroom for a long time. Really long time. As in hours. I think there was some sort of party. It must have been close to the end of the year. We watched a highlight video of the preschool year, and had a lesson on things to be careful for when teaching children. Then later, either the dream changed or time passed. I was in the gym with my creative writing class, including![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
spazmaqueen, who was in the class last semester. We had a reading session, and in the middle of it, Ms. Hardinge gave me a flower and mentioned how much they were going to miss me. iamspicy started reading a children's book she wrote, and the visual style of the dream changed into a Reading Rainbow scene; pictures of the illistrations from Corey's book, read by a deep black man's voice, etc. Before the story even started, I remember a brief image of two young children cozying up to kiss. Tres Miyazaki.
Like I said, bittersweet. Those were obviously related to the fact that I'm not going to be there much longer. I almost cried when I saw my graduation ticker.
I had a beautiful bittersweet dream...I swear to god I would do this...
I dreamed that after school one day, I stayed in the child development classroom for a long time. Really long time. As in hours. I think there was some sort of party. It must have been close to the end of the year. We watched a highlight video of the preschool year, and had a lesson on things to be careful for when teaching children. Then later, either the dream changed or time passed. I was in the gym with my creative writing class, including
spazmaqueen, who was in the class last semester. We had a reading session, and in the middle of it, Ms. Hardinge gave me a flower and mentioned how much they were going to miss me. iamspicy started reading a children's book she wrote, and the visual style of the dream changed into a Reading Rainbow scene; pictures of the illistrations from Corey's book, read by a deep black man's voice, etc. Before the story even started, I remember a brief image of two young children cozying up to kiss. Tres Miyazaki.Like I said, bittersweet. Those were obviously related to the fact that I'm not going to be there much longer. I almost cried when I saw my graduation ticker.
