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Fragment: Something about summer students as interns, their tasks, changing them. Needed to get permissions, and justify it.

WBTB Attempt failed - but remembered two dreams from the two last hours of sleep after WBTB attempt

Home Search Next Door to a School

We were home searching again (doing that a lot in dreams lately). Again the house we saw was supposedly one we had viewed in a prior house search (did not really look familiar though).

The house was next door to a school. The school had a playground. We asked the home's owner about the school. It was an elementary school. She claimed it was a public school but I was doubtful, so I asked something like "So if we live here, this is the school our kids would go to?" And she answered "You have to keep in mind that your kids will soon outgrow elementary school and not go here." My older son is now in second grade and my younger is not yet old enough to start school, but in the dream I agreed "Yes, they will soon outgrow it." How big is the school? Oh, only right classes, she said. I asked her whether I remembered correctly from the previous time we had seen the house that she had a kid too. She said she did not. I felt embarrassed that I did not remember that.

Just like in previous house searching dreams, I notice upon waking up that we did not look inside the house. The focus is on what is next to it.

Golf Carts and Lost Younger Son

My husband and I were in gold carts chasing some sort of fast train going fast in golf carts.

Suddenly I noticed: where are our kids? We had been with our kids before. I confronted my husband. It turned out he let our seven and four year olds drive their own cart, but it was a slower one, so that was ok. I insisted we backtrack and find them.

We find the cart and my seven year old is driving it and doing just fine, but my four year old is missing. I continue searching for him frantically on foot.

My step father and my mother pull up in a car and want to know if I want to get in. I decline. As he is closing the door, my stepfather drops a pair of sunglasses. He asks my help in picking up those glasses, and also all other pairs of glasses - there are a lot of glasses around the car on the ground. I start picking up glasses.

My mother reminds me that I should be looking for my son. And comments on, see how willing to help my husband is (sarcastically). I feel guilty that I let myself be distracted.

I keep searching, but we do not find my son before I wake up.