8-2-08

I'm doing a research paper for history. There's so much information (on what topic I can't remember) that I fear I don't have enough in the body of the report. But I'm also working in the capacity of ed. tech and my student is in another class. I remember that I have a class on Monday's that I haven't been to yet, so I missed a couple of classes. It's the same class I feared missing and not getting homework done in another recent dream.

I rummage through my tote bag and find a pencil that I know I'm going to need for the class. I need one with an eraser and pull out a thick black and green sparkley pencil with feathers and scary plastic head on top. I chuckle because it's a Halloween pencil and I decide to use it.

I head for the class and stop by a lecture hall where I see my student's jacket hanging up and grab it on my way. I get to the top of a flight of stairs and wait along with a few other people. Someone suggests pulling up the rug because it's dirty. I say we can't because it's tacked down.

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