I was in a classroom
(this happens a lot, is probably a dream sign) and it seemed to be a
literature class.
An older lady that was apparently the teacher passed out
graded assignments; I got roughly twice the amount of papers that everybody
else did, including sheets of construction paper decorated with a small boy dressed
in blue clothes that looked a bit like robes. A lot of the papers featuring this boy looked
like they were designed to be book covers.
Looking around the class I saw that
I was sitting in front of a guy dressed like a typical gangster, who was
furiously scribbling something into a spiral notebook. A closer look showed
that he was writing in Korean.
“Yeah,
Korean is my jam,” he replied to my inquiries about this curious event. He then proceeded to show me sketches of Aztec-styled
dragons and serpents that he had drawn on other pages in a spiral. One
drawing in particular caught my eye; one that almost looked like it was a
fractal, a quartet of dragons made of squares that emerged from a single square
and formed a Buddhist manji.
Soon after, the bell rang and I left the room. The building outside of
the classroom was a massive complex filled with stairs and students and I did
what I always do when I see stairs: I slide down them. So I slid and slid. I
looked down at my feet and watched them skip over the steps. I leaned back and
slid down the stairs more slowly.
The walk to the exit was fairly uneventful
and I broke out into a run as soon as I stepped out of the front door. Running
was extremely easy in this dream; within seconds my feet were hardly touching
the ground and I jumped over a large hedge, landing on all fours in a field of freshly
cut grass.
I couldn’t help but smile at how clearly I saw the grass.
