lucyoncolorado

A bunch of fragments...

In which a man in a top hat is conducting Christmas carols...

A man wearing a tattered burgundy top hat is conducting a choir as they sing Christmas carols. He holds the conductor's stick in his hands, and ruffled cuffs stick out of his coat sleeves.

In which Bob Dylan is cooking pasta...

I really don't know what is up with Bob Dylan popping up in my dreams all the time lately. It's weird. The only thing I can figure is that it happened once, I wrote about it here and told people about it, so it was on my mind enough that it happened again, so I wrote about it again, it's on my mind more, etc...

Bob Dylan is in my kitchen making pasta. I ask him what he's doing, and he ignores me and keeps cooking. He has a pasta maker that looks like the plastic toy meat grinders that kids use with their Play Dough. I ask him how he got into the house, and he tells me to stop asking questions and learn something. "You never know, you may have to cook for 20 guys someday," he tells me.

In which I'm teaching a college class...

I'm teaching a college class, but the room is the same as where I used to teach 8th grade. The students are all sitting in desks arranged just like they were then. I'm calling roll, and I realize that one of the young women is my former student MG. She's looking very healthy and pretty, and I'm actually happy to see her. I ask her if she remembers me and she sasses at me and sucks her lips. I laugh and tell her that I'm glad to see that she has graduated high school and gone on to college and that it looks like she hasn't lost any of her attitude. She responds sarcastically and says that she's happy to see that I still haven't learned to fix my hair.

I walk over to her desk and tell her that I was at a carnival last week and thought I saw her. I called "Patricia!" but as that is not her name, she did not turn around. We laughed hysterically at this. Somehow, this was a very funny joke. I told her that I'm going to call her "Patricia" all semester. She got serious and sassy again and said, "OK, Ms. B- it was funny the first time, but now you're just beating a dead horse."

(I have no idea what the carnival or the Patricia thing is about. Dream nonsense.)

Then I started to teach the class, but the students kept throwing paper balls across the room at each other. I was really annoyed because they were adults and I couldn't understand why they were acting like children. I started to feel really stressed about the fact that I'd started the semester off on the wrong foot. Why did I try to jump right into a lesson? I should've spent the day going over classroom routines and my discipline system. I told them that we were going to start over and that I'd explain about detention and time out, etc. The students responded that this was college and they were adults and that I couldn't punish them. I said that if they were adults and this is college, that I'd simply throw them out if they kept disrupting the class. They laughed, and I kept thinking how strange it was that college kids were acting like this.

Then I realized that I was dreaming and that I'd already quit teaching and that I didn't have to worry about any obnoxious students ever again. I simply walked out the room and into another dream but I don't remember it.