So, in my dream it began that I was in one of my former teacher’s classrooms. He was my World History/ Civics teacher, and there was a sub. Before I know it I’m back at his house, wandering around. I have tape and a blindfold over my eyes, but the tape is like after you fiddle with it a bit, kind of matted and attached to itself so I can remove it easily. I feel my way to his kitchen table and sit down with him, where it becomes apparent that his fiance had left him, and he was still heartbroken over her departure. So I go into his family room, lie down on the couch, text a quick message to my mom "Kidnapped by history teacher, unharmed." and fall asleep.
So I wake up at this point in real life and go back to bed, so that explains the sudden jump in plot.
When my dream continues I’m in his/my bedroom, on a king-sized bed, and there are about six other students in the room. We’re playing with cameras, passing the time. Some are from my arts school and some from my general school but that’s unimportant. After a little while of taking photos and having photos taken of us we hear my teacher come in. He says that he has an assignment for us, and we have to go make negative copies of certain photos. We agree, realizing that it would be a chance to find someone, and leave.
Suddenly we are in my school and we run to the first teacher I see, an old Jodi Rell-like figure, and ask her for help. She responds with "Well didn’t you know I was in on it too? I could never pass up a share of that ransom money." She calls for my teacher and we run, terrified because we don’t know who’s good and who’s bad. When we reach the basement of the school by the art rooms we see an emergency exit with a janitor standing next to it. He’s a man in his early twenties, dressed kind of like this: http://z.about.com/d/mensfashion/1/0/E/6/SP06blueblazer.jpg
We run over to him and I begin to have a conversation with him:
"you’re not on the bad side of the kidnappings are you?"
"No, of course not!"
"Thank god, can you help us then? I’m (full name), she’s (Full name), he’s (full name),… you get the point, we need a way out. can you help us escape?"
"Of course! Stand back…" He took his shoe off and flung it at the emergency open doors, setting off the fire alarm and swinging the doors open. We all run for our lives, and since my home is within walking distance of my school, while some get on their buses and start running and refuse to stop. I woke up when I was breaking the barrier between my school grounds and the street just outside.
Can you tell me what this might mean? Thanks.
it’s your subconscious telling you that you find your teacher mildly attractive… this is normal
January 6th, 2010 at 9:31 pm
ugh Kids and their drugs nowadays
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January 6th, 2010 at 9:49 pm
it’s your subconscious telling you that you find your teacher mildly attractive… this is normal
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