10:21 AM, Sunday, 2 January 2022

I’m a dreamer when I sleep, I mean vivid, not many nightmares, except a lot of them have a lot of things to do ‘speedy delivery high pressure-style’ and I don’t have a lot of time or resources to do them, which was the story for a lot of my work life I guess. I don’t know whether I’ve always been a dreamer, but I do know that I don’t remember most of them, except for the short moment after which I wake up… whenever that is during the night, and it’s usually multiple times, and then in the morning. Whichever the case it’s like the toy we used as kids where you would write on the plastic thing and then when you were done lifted the plastic sheet up and it would all disappear like magic (in fact they called it the Magic Slate), and you had a clean slate to start again. My life of dreams is like that — they just disappear. I do realize, however, because I have maintain flashes of certain memories, that maybe 85% or so of what I dream is pertaining to either past or imaginary life at Fairview High School.  Last night there was a weird twist…a dream I remembered… it had me going down to the elementary school trying to be a teacher down there, and going from one thing to another, one subject to another, all day with the same group of little kids call tugging on my sleeves and asking me a lot of questions. Fun brain tricks.

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