The Kestrel's Dreams

December 22, 2014

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eeeeehhhh. Been sick the past few days, so my dreams have been vivid, but easily forgotten somehow. I need to remember to write them as soon as I wake up, at least some notes. They're vivid enough that I only need to see a few key words to remember being in the dream, but I have a lot of trouble with remembering if I don't have something to go on... Hopefully I get healthy soon, and have more lucids!

Anyways, the dream from last night, which I actually forgot to write down, couldn't remember for most of the day, and suddenly remembered in the car on the way to see The Hobbit pt.3:



I was in a class, about 4th grade or so. I was one of the students, and my math methods professor was the teacher. I had just transferred to this school, so I didn't have any of the materials yet. It was math time and I was sitting at a picnic table at the back of the room, looking on a new friend's math journal. My prof got pretty upset with me for not havingmy book open to the right page, and every time I said I didn't have a journal, he assumed I meant I had left it at home. There had been some sort of miscommunication from someone who was supposed to give me the journal...

I finally did get one, and it had one of those perforated bits to open it, like a bill in the mail. I had to tear along the long edge across from the binding to open the journal. We were using math boxes on pages 43 and 49 (but not those in between for some reason)