Morning of March 2, 1971. Tuesday.

I am playing paper football with Opie W from my own desk. I am not certain who is ahead. The room seems to be a composite of Mrs. F's class with features of classrooms I had not actually been a part of (including for the older students).

I accidentally flick the paper football too hard and it gets stuck between the tiles in the ceiling right over Mrs. F's head. A couple other students notice, but she does not and asks "What are you laughing at?" to the ones laughing and then she shrugs it off.

Over time, the paper football somehow grows larger and becomes a cyan chrysalis. It "quivers" at times, signifying life. The teacher does not notice at all but I feel a vague wariness that it may fall on her.

A real-life event vividly replays. Michael P was drawing a simple picture of himself standing in an undefined area. He is adding details to the jeans. Susan R looks on and gasps, "Oooh, Michael" in disapproval.

Michael annoyingly calls to Mrs. F, saying, "Mrs. F, I was just drawing pants and adding the zipper part and Susan thinks it's a wiener thing." The teacher, reflecting a perfect composite emotion of terror and rage, slowly asks, "Michael...WHAT is a wiener thing?" Michael looks slightly embarrassed and goes back to his drawing.

Time seems to pass, perhaps a week or more. I get the impression that the chrysalis holds a "copy" of Susan or Susan herself, but it is not known what will eventually happen. There is an ominous association with "never going back".

There seem to be a fair number of subtle plays as is typical with certain types of dreams, examples being a play on "pupa" (chrysalis) and "pupil" (student), a paper football somewhat resembling a butterfly from the side and a typical link to the highly influential "Chrysalids" story (by John Wyndham) and the unexplainable mystical association with the "other" (Susan R). This seems connected with (and precognitive of) the identical drawings of the inchworm in a derby by the "other" and my as-yet-unknown wife (who never left Australia or knew any of my childhood friends), the details being so exact, there was even the same pencil slip (and corrected mistake) and were both part of their short story (the stories being different). This also reflects a dream where the "mystery girl" sees the drawing and actually copies it (while it was on my desk near my bed) so that I will one day "know" her in reality...which turned out to be one of thousands of unexplainable events for me as that actually came to pass, this in turn being a subtle link to when Brenda W (proven wife archetype in dreams) later actually copied my own story almost exactly (but on purpose on her part), other than changing "toads" to "spiders" in every instance. Also, my wife, when young, wrote a story called "W's Dream" using the same last name as Brenda. Tip of the iceberg in "funny business" as usual.