I'm sitting in a classroom quite annoyed with my assignment. I feel strange and out of place. suddenly the instructor's voice goes out but her lips are still moving, and I realize that I can't hear. I make a fuss and raise my hand but she pointedly ignores me. suddenly I can hear again. I settle back into my seat, perturbed but not unable to ignore it. then the silence rushes in. I am speaking aloud, telling everyone that I can not hear anything, but the instructor ignores my anxiety. my fellow students are giving me strange looks. I leave the class and walk to the nurse's office without permission. I explain my situation to the nurse, but now every sound I hear besides my own voice is muffled. she seems concerned but does not look in my ear. she just gives me paperwork to fill out.
my favorite dream-snippit of the evening took place in some sort of a large market. I am speaking to a potter who is selling his wares. the glazes were very beautiful, but one is crazed pretty badly. I intend to compare his situation to the filly copper red I mixed up before semester was out,and try to get some tips about how to alter my recipe, but then I drop his test tiles and break one of them. the booth next to his is actually a pokemon trainer, who allows me to hold his affectionate little pikachu and charmander. they are both so small. the sight of that charmander curled up in my hands is just too good.