Some old written records of dreamscapes — in hopes that sharing them will reactivate that damn part of my soul that once wove these things:
I dreamt today (not today) that I had to hastily prepare a lesson for all of the 9th graders to whom I teach science in Castiglion Fiorentino. I was flipping through the class book to try and understand what unit they were on, and then realized that chapters 4-8 were completely absent from the book... though that wasn't too disconcerning, it was to be expected, in a way. But they'll be back soon! Oh a shark. My friend, Anna, had the children off in some other part of the building for some other activity. I don't teach science! (Often.) I could handle it though. Oh noes, the real worl...
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Swimming, laps. Pippin kicked all the way to other side (no strokes). It took me 40 minutes. A prize? Little fish, blob fish — orange and black, little cave that it protected, funny lips.
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