I am in my class, laying with a guy on a table. We're covered in blankets, just laying next to each other, when my dog comes and lays on my legs. To keep him from leaving, I can't move. The position I'm stuck in means I'll have to rest my head on my classmates back in a cuddly way. I do, but as soon as Skye (my dog) gets up I stand from the table top, as does Neal (the guy). I gather up my stuff as the bell rings, not really saying much more to Neal, then hike to my English class (which was also history).
I sit in my usual spot in the corner of the room. The tables seat four people, and are aligned with three tables in two rows across the room. The teacher's desk is in the corner across from where I sit, occupied by my Short Stories teacher Mr. Donic. I sit next to Trevor (an ex), Weston (an another ex/friend), and I think Neal was sitting across from me. Something happens (I think Trevor said something to annoy me) to make me want to change seats, so I pick up my stuff and move a table to my right. I sit to the right of another classmate of mine Jack, and directly across from him sits Mary (my old best friend). I smile at her, and though she seems happy, she does not look at me. I'm just happy she's not leaving because of my presence, and it gives me hope that our friendship will rekindle. Mr. Donic is now a female teacher, who walks in the isle between the tables and tells us to get out our assignments. I feel my heart skip.
Assignment? I don't remember doing an assignment for this class. I search through my backpack on the floor to my left, looking for this "assignment". I find a few notebooks, a textbook with George Washington on the cover, and some handwritten papers, but I am unsure if any of them are the paper the teacher speaks of. Jack says something to me, and I respond with no shyness at all, which I know is not like me. Finally I put the paper I think is the assignment on the grey table in front of me, and start to write down what the teacher is saying onto the paper. It's about the Constitution. I look up from my paper and see that Mary is not sitting in the seat I thought she was. Instead, she's in the same spot only at the other row of tables. My heart sinks as I realize she was never across from me, which makes it unlikely she wants our friendship back. [End]
Relative to Real Life~
Night of January 4th, 2013
Real-life characters: Neal, Skye, Trevor, Weston, Jack, Mary, Mr. Donic.
Dream-created characters: Female teacher.
Real-life places: School, first class room (though in a different place).
Dream-created places: English/history class (placed where English class would be, though not shaped correctly nor with correct tables for the class).
Different than real life: Don't know Neal to the point of cuddling, never napped on the table in the class with blankets, I've graduated high school, I would have responded shyly to Jack instead of being my confident self, I have not had communications with any of these people other than brief talks with Neal.
Reasons:
Skye = I think Skye might have been sleeping on my legs during this dream, which maybe translated into my dream.
Mary = I've been thinking of our past friendship a lot lately.
George Washington = I received a pamphlet in the mail with George on the cover.
Constitution = The pamphlet I got in the mail with George on it had the constitution inside, and I've been reading it.
Precognitive: No experiences
Reoccurring: No
My analysis: By Mary at first being close then being far away at the other tables suddenly, I think that was my brains way of displaying how at first I thought our friendship would heal, and then realized that it would never happen because she was never as close as I thought she was.
