Dreams are weird. I mean, I rarely dream, I also rarely sleep being the guy I am. (it sucks). Today I actually got to nap for about two hours. Right before napping, we were having a conversation about dreaming in Failchat (local skype chat).
Here's a link to spend some time with http://www.psychologydegree.net/2010/10/04/16-facts-about-sleep/
Made me think. I announced I don't dream I must be weird... Ironically I had two dreams after this conversation.
First one I wasn't aware of it being a dream at the time. I was still laying on the futon with my computer, but someone else was in the room with me. She was laying next to me talking, we chatted for a good while and then I disappeared off into my second dream.
I was in a classroom. It looked maybe like Robert bell-esque. The feeling I got was first week of school. We were sitting in a circle on the floor. A group of maybe 10 students and the teacher. there were papers next to me (class list, folder with my name on it surprisingly, and other random objects). From what I remember, it was an English Dream-writing course. You could write whatever you felt like writing. I began to recognize familiar names on the papers that were in my folder, the teacher (female) had short blonde hair and the person next to the teacher was a younger version of an old friend from what it looked like. The last words i heard was "PAPER" mouthed from my friend as i fogged away from the dream.
I'll leave you with what inspired my title good ol' captain Jack
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