I had the weirdest dream last night. Slept until past 9 this morning. I had dreamed that I was still teaching school in UK. I had to go fetch supplies and ended up with them in my trunk. Someone was with me but cannot remember who but I bet it was my favorite student, Miss Amy. I had called the school to let them know I had arrived and when the kids shouted to the other teacher (they called her Auntie which is not what they did……why auntie? the students there always referred to us as Miss) that it was me on the phone, a man took the phone and said he hadn’t heard my voice in a while. He talked away to me as if we had known each other for years. I was trying to place the voice but could not, yet his voice was very soothing and I did know it but from where and when.
The kicker was where I had parked my vehicle was at the end of my grandmothers driveway. My sister had lived next door to her in a trailer. That could be where the term “auntie” came from. Wonder what the dream was trying to tell me. Teaching school could be associated where I did teach there. Supplies? I used my own or is it telling me to find what I need to have here during this virus. I remember the supplies finally came in so it must have meant that they were hard to find.
Whose voice was telling me he had not heard from me in a while? The voice was real smooth. A voice as smooth as an impressive single malt whiskey. I woke up talking out loud to this man, explaining how I had a hard time finding supplies, and I was speaking into the phone, in my normal tone. Or was the voice from someone else.
Anyway, when I woke up it was as if I was right there still in the dream, talking to this man. Is it telling me to go down to my old haunts? And why teaching in the UK? I guess time will tell.
It still bothers me, the dream. I asked one person and they replied……:I read it as a new beginning and lots of changes for you. Roll with the flow.
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