The following is an actual dream included in my dream journal, and does not describe actual factsDream of: 01 June 1993 "Present For A Former Teacher"
I was planning to go to the Gallia County Farm. But first I had to go to a school which I was attending, because I wanted to give someone there a present. I had bought a couple nice ties which I was going to give to one of my teachers. However I realized the only teacher I had who I cared about giving anything to was Miss Wolfe (my math teacher from the eighth and ninth grades), for her birthday. The problem was that the ties were for a man instead of for a woman. So I wasn't certain that I was going to give them to her.
A fellow who resembled Martin dropped me off at the school. I was in a hurry because I would soon have to catch a plane to make my trip. When I arrived at the school, I only had about two hours left. The school seemed like Grant Junior High School.
It seemed more as if I were imagining what was happening instead of actually being here. Nevertheless, I walked inside and found myself surrounded by high-ranking people who seemed to be from the 1700s. The name of president John Adams kept going through my mind, as if I were somehow similar to him. Weinstein also passed through my mind.
I began talking to people, and I soon found myself involved in some kind of major banking crisis. I also learned of another crisis, and I sat down on a couch and began talking to people about these matters, conscious that time was rapidly passing and that I needed to get to the airport.
At the same time, I picked up a bowl about the size of a cereal bowl and started eating some kind of white substance with my hands. It was pure white and had the consistency of yogurt. It was sweet, like some kind of whipped cream. I began using a spoon, eating spoonful after spoonful. But all the time I was thinking that I needed to take care of my business here and get to the plane. I was unsure whether I was going to be able to make it.
I had laid the ties on the couch beside me. They were still in the box. I was still trying to decide whether I was going to give them to somebody. I might just leave them lying here. Or I might try to find Miss Wolfe and give them to her. I was still unsure.
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