I had an interesting dream that I was in a classroom. We were assigned a project that I did not know how to do. I didn't even know what the subject was.
The dream had morphed from a moment where I was standing behind a keyboard (like on a live talkshow band) and I was hitting a few notes pretending to play, but not really even trying, like singing quitely in a choir hoping everyone else will hide how badly you sing.
Then I walked back to the table (I guess I had been there before but I don't remember the details) and we were eing given an assignment. My friend Mana (the girl in red on my profile) comes up to me and says she doesn't really know anyone in the class and none of them look like they know what they are doing, and that I always look like I know what I'm doing.
I tell her that I don't even know what the project is , or for that matter, even the subject.
She goes away, because I can't help her, and I let her, and I attempt to find out what the class is about so I can do the assignment.
It appears that the class is something to do with mathematics, and cell biology. I think maybe it had something to do with how cells produce energy as a mathematic formula.
People begin writing answers on the chalkboard as I begin to glean the nature of the project, but not the formula, or understanding of the core process, the type of cells, or anything at all.
The teacher comes up to me (a bit disdainfully) and I tell him that I don't know when we got the handouts. I don't even have a textbook. The teacher has a textbook (brown and small for a textbook) but it looks like the lettering is rubbed off and I still can't quite tell what class I am in.
He implies that we don't have textbooks and he says that he handed out the material yesterday at 6. I tell him I wasn't there yesterday at 6. He appologizes and says, I mean friday at 6, last class.
I say, at 6? Am or PM.
PM, he says.
WHo goes to class at 6 pm?
He kind of holds up his hands sort of palm up to indicate the class.
Oh, I said... this is some sort of remedial class.
Why are you here? he says.
I think I followed Mana in
You just follow her wherever she goes?
Yeah
Like your close sisters?
Were closer than sisters, I say.
1.) A newspaper came into the teahouse I was cooking in and asked our psychic what she thought the score for the gray cup (football) would be. She came to me before the interviewer came in and asked my opinion, because she knew nothing about canadian football.
I told her flat out what the score was going to be... but she went with her own. My score was bang on and hers was quite off even though she also "predicted" the right team for a win. There were quite a few witnesses and we joked about it for a long while after about the accuracy of psychics.
2.) I was in a buffet with my family and I distinctly heard my mother come up behind me and ask for more roast beef, just as i was about to turn arround and head back to the table... I grabbed a small plate and put some roast beef on a plate and a side of gravy (just in case) and brought it back to the table and set teh plate in front of my mother. The whole table burst out laughing. Apparantly my mother had just been talking about wanting some roast beef. The resteraunt was crowded and you could not see the buffet from where we were sitting.
3.) I was going on a vacation and had asked my aunt had just moved in with me, I was going to be gone for about 1 1/2 weeks. She wanted to trade readings with me (something I don't like to do) before I left. After reading her tealeaves I drew out a map and 3 fish ( I joked that the fish were the ones she would be looking after while I was gone (even though I put a 2 week food block in the tank) and teh map was of 3 hurricane paths. I told her I don't know why I am getting teh hurricane paths, I did not know how that affected her.
The 3 hurricane paths were Identical to the three hurricanes that swept teh carribean and stranded me in New Orleans for an extra 2 weeks in the superdome (Katrina being the middle one.) My aunt kept the napkin that I drew teh map on in her psychic scrapbook that she kept on her table with teh hurricane tracking for those three hurricanes. She had to look after my fish for 3 weeks.
In teh why more women forum I was addressing why I thought men tend to be more secretive about their beliefs than women. I am not condoning any particular model, just that it was a model that seamed to work. Men and women are still (generally) conditioned to this model, and I think that affects our society in many ways.
Neither sex is better than the other, even if there were no Barbies and Hotwheels. I think that it is illogical to asume that environement does not have an effect on an individual; hormones and cultural bias are significant contributions to environement.
I do not think I should post everything I wish into the forum anymore... too many peopel do not understand...
anyone who wants to can read my thoughts here.
I do hope I remember to stay away from posting more than once in the forum.
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Don't feel as if you have to avoid the forum; as long as you aren't violating any of the TOS, go for it.
There will always be people who don't agree with you, and some will be belligerent.
Actually, I mean it more like when I have already stated all I need to, and people do not understand; it is not necessary for me to explain it to them, or defend my position, in a way that antagonizes myself and others.
Sometimes I have to back off, and hope that somebody will come back later and say, "holy fuck... I see what he means now, why didn't I get that before?"
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