I don’t put much stock in the theory that dreams means something. I’m more of a “it’s a jumble of recent thought slung together in random ways” kind of person. That doesn’t alter the fact that, sometimes, a dream feels like it is trying to say something.
Sometimes it’s more fun just to try to let your brain work some meaning out of the rubbish – works for modern art, why not dreams?
Anyway, this morning I dreamed that Michelle was ready to try a “test day” as school. We’d take her to school for a day and see how it worked out. For some reason, we took her to my elementary school in Tucson. (Blenman Elementary School, in case you’re wondering)
It was my job to pick her up halfway through the day. I arrived at the school by car and I realized I’d never driven to my elementary school, so I had to hunt for the parking lot. When I found it, I walked through the halls, following signs saying “visitors must immediately check-in with the office, follow the designated path, do not deviate from the path” There were lots of signs leading me through hallways, the cafeteria and classrooms on the circuitous route to the office.
The path also led me outside to the front of the school, where, in reality, there used to be large stone steps. In my dream, the steps were a Castrovalva-esque jumble of up and down glass stairs. Along the way, many of the stairs had stainless steel additions to them, plates and panels and trays. When I finally reached the top, which was elevated a total of three floors, the “office” consisted of a bar, complete with 1800’s bartenders with handlebar mustaches. Many of the parents were hanging about getting drunk.
I tried to have a conversation with the principal about the school’s performance, when I noticed a stack of computer monitors balancing precariously. I had to steady them as a student came in and warned me that they were unstable.
In turn, I showed him the proper way to stack monitors to achieve maximum stability. At least somebody learned something at school that day.