I try to remember the interesting ones. I just go over the story [ie this happened, then this, then this] as soon as I wake up. They stick in my mind though it's best to record them asap later.
I wrote down a dream sequence recently. It was about school. People often ask me whether I regret retiring now that it's September. My answering is always a resounding no. Lately, I read, write and listen to music a lot if it's rainy or very hot. I've travelled + been to a protest. I might take some workshops at the Apple store. I'm visiting the Cuban Schools in November. Education is still very important but not like before.
Once a teacher always a teacher? I don't miss the grind. The situation at my school and board had become totally unacceptable when I reached my 85 factor this spring. I didn't have to put up with it anymore, so I didn't. Maybe my dream reflects that or not. Dunno. Anyway here's the dream.
I'd decided to go back to school after a year off on a medical leave, rather than retire. The class setting was the high school where I attended Gr.13. I had a very mixed multicultural class. That's where the similarities end.
September was typical. Lots of meetings + talking about the class. Nothing really to use. They were fairly content to sit there doing nothing. I wasn't about to go make it up from scratch again. I had little idea of where the students were actually at or what could they could do. Probably not the course.
I quickly grew fed up and bored. It was totally pointless. I told the students I was going to just teach the school basics until we got up to the point where they were, then take it from there. Most left, about a dozen stayed. We began with the math facts and alphabet. I said if they didn't know that it was okay. Many didn't. After that all was well.
Admin quickly came by to tell me I couldn't do that. I told them I quit. Felt very good. I told the students if they wanted to continue they could find me at home. Some did. I don't recall how many. We sat on my front porch when they came by. It was very nice. I did what I set out to do. When I awoke in the morning it was still working out quite well. I really felt like I was teaching again.
I'm not sure what to make of the last part of the dream. I have little to no interest in tutoring or anything like that, I'm quite sure. I suppose its one I will just have to reflect on for awhile. Perhaps the meaning is staring me in the face or perhaps it was meaningless. The sort I don't care about and soon forget. Still, I wanted to write it down. I really don't know why, but here it is.