I was visiting my old high school. I went upstairs and snuck into a class. The teacher didn’t notice — it was someone who didn’t know me. He scolded me a bit for being late, but nothing more. I didn’t care. I was looking out the window when I saw Mme Serra, my Greek/Latin teacher. I wanted to jump out of my seat and run to her, but I decided to wait until the end of class. When the bell rang for the 10 a.m. class change, I went for a walk. I passed a room where Mr. Gauvin was giving exams and didn’t want to be disturbed. Looking from a balcony, I saw some friends sitting on a small bench below. They had probably also come to visit some teachers! There was @Khell — now bald with a lovely red beard — and @Jean, who hadn’t changed at all except for being taller. I told Khell I really liked his new style.
I think this is a good moment to talk about these familiar spaces. They are places I’ve already visited in other dreams. I know it because not only is the architecture the same, but so is my feeling about the place. As soon as I can, I’d like to link it with other dreams when that applies. In this case, I don’t yet have the entry from when I previously visited this high school, even though I still remember it clearly.
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It all started in a water park. I was in some kind of attraction with friends. It was... honestly pretty cheap and rundown. But we were having fun. There were slides, although it felt like we were supposed to have some kind of gear (like a foam board, for example), and we didn’t because of budget issues. We ended up in a pool after a slide, but it was closed. The only way out was by climbing a yellow ladder next to a big propeller. It was spinning slowly, just enough to bruise someone… or get hair caught in it, which happened to me. My ponytail got caught in it, and getting it out was not pleasant.
Tags @Khell, @Jean, #pool, #hair