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Another school dream

Posted Thursday, September 1, 2011, at 5:49 AM

I had another school dream last night. I need to write it down before it fades.

This time, I was obviously back in college, taking final exams. It must have been homecoming week, as the most outlandish floats were coming down the hill, and I was bemoaning the fact that I had left my camera in the car.

For some reason, I had left the room without finishing the test, and they had locked the door, so I had to climb back in the room through the transom. I was perched precariously on the edge, looking down and wondering how on earth I was to going to drop down to the floor, when suddenly the door was open, and I could enter the room.

Other complications arose when I didn't have my glasses. They had specifically said we could not bring anything, so my purse was elsewhere on another floor.

At this point, a history teacher I knew said, "Well, I didn't pass the test," so I knew my chances were slim. However, my sister Kathy appeared at the long table of people, and she held up a pair of aviator style sunglasses. When I put them on, everything was remarkably clear. It made little difference, of course; I've tried to read in dreams before, and I've never been successful.

I awoke before everything was resoved, and I didn't even come away with the old wooden desk that they said I could have. In the dream, I turned the old desk over and could most certainly read what some profane student had written on bottom. I said, "Oh, dear, my children will certainly get an education, reading this!"

Oddly enough, the dream was not unpleasant. At least I wasn't looking for a bathroom, as I am in so many dreams. In one particularly memorable dream, the bathroom had walls of amber. I think I had just been reading about that amber room in Russia that the Nazis stole during World War II. If you'll remember, they dismantled it, packed the pieces up in boxes, and shipped it back to Germany by train. Somewhere along the line, the shipment must have been hijacked, because it never arrived. No one knows what happened to this day.

My dreams aren't uusually so colorful--especially the school dreams. I once unlocked the door to a room in the old Central Elementary School (south side, where Mrs. DeJarnett used to teach 7th and 8th grade history), and a class was waiting for me to teach MATH! (worst school dream I ever had!)

It's been seven years since I taught school, but I guess when you consider that I spent 32 years of my life in the classroom, it's to be expected that I would still visit that place in my dreams.

I remember a scene from "Driving Miss Daisy"... Lost in the grips of Alzeimer's, she thinks she's late for school. "The children will be waiting!" she tells her old driver.

I do hope that's not how I end up.

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I once dreamed that I was teaching in a room with rows of candy displays. The kids were dressed in cheerleader uniforms, and the boys had the girls on their shoulders. That dream took place in my 6th grade class room---also at Central Elementary!

I'm sure I had the dream because the class I was sponsoring was selling candy bars as a fundraiser, and I was afraid we would go in the hole.

-- Posted by goat lady on Thu, Sep 1, 2011, at 9:56 AM

My school nightmare is sitting down to take a test that I studied for and know I can pass and as I look at the test I can't understand any of the questions, they are gibberish to me.

-- Posted by mythought on Fri, Sep 2, 2011, at 1:58 PM

I'm walking down the hall in the English building at SEMO and I look into one of the classrooms and realize I was supposed to be in that class all semester. Someone is suddenly standing next to me and commenting that, yes, they've been asking where I was all this time! I've had that dream several times, which is odd because I really did try not to skip classes. My mom was working at Poe Clinic so that I could go to college, and every time I thought about skipping a class, I pictured her walking up and down that main hall of the clinic for me!

-- Posted by lovebooks on Tue, Sep 27, 2011, at 7:44 AM

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Madeline (Giles) DeJournett is the Advance writer for the North Stoddard Countian. A retired high school English/history teacher, she spent 32 years teaching in 5 schools in Missouri and Alaska. These days, she lives quietly with a menagerie of wild and domestic animals on 52 secluded acres in the remote Tillman hills south of Advance. She graduated from Dexter High School in 1960 and Southeast Missouri State in 1964. She can be contacted at advancensc@sbcglobal.net.
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