From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2020-09-05 Saturday:   
      
   English teacher fiasco?   
      
   This dream before waking was as if the dreamer were a high school student   
   trying to show up on the last day of school just to obtain (his?) grades /   
   report card.  The setting involved at least two areas of Oakland High School,   
   only the walls were    
   transparent, as if made of glass, and the physical layout was *not quite* that   
   of the OHS structure of today.  The action was taking place near the math   
   department, which was my homeroom for the first half of my junior year,   
   although the primary essence    
   of the dream revolved around my English / grammar / composition grade.  For   
   whatever it's worth, in real life, back in 1979, I turned in an English   
   (final) composition that technically earned an A or possibly A- (there may   
   have been one error) but the    
   teacher claimed there was too much quoting from the source literature, so she   
   marked it down to a C or something.  In other words, it was an "opinion" grade   
   rather than a "technical" grade.  Needless to say, I wasn't that happy about   
   it, but I was 17 and    
   just happy to be graduating.  In the dream, however, a similar situation was   
   occurring, except that JAT was involved somehow (I saw her in at least one   
   scene) and there was an issue regarding getting from one room to another in   
   order to receive the grade    
   and sign off on a list of names of students who had picked up their report   
   cards.   
      
   Somehow "I" (the dreamer) got to the room, having made at least one or two   
   "excuse me" efforts to get past students standing around.  I noted that I was   
   signing *my* name, although the handwriting was worse than usual, although I   
   spotted a portion of my    
   own (clearer) signature off to the right, and began wondering about who and   
   why my name was signed (at least partially) already? — when the dream   
   ended.  Clarity 8, for the most part.   
      
   This other dream snip involved what seemed like a baby chick (yellow feathers)   
   amongst possibly some other critters, and something to do with reaching *for*   
   the chick, yet the chick escaped and scampered off (in a manner befitting a   
   baby chick.)   
      
   This dream reminds me a LOT of a meme I just shared yesterday, involving a   
   rumored story regarding Stalin, who allegedly plucked all the feathers off a   
   living chicken just to prove a point:  he set the bird down then started   
   tossing it a few bread crumbs,   
    which the bird ate and continued to follow him for more.  His point was that   
   stupid people would bear unimaginable misery as long as you tossed them a   
   worthless crumb or two.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)