Written on 08 November 2019, Friday, but posting only now because I couldn’t remember dreams from this morn:
I was in some classroom, the teacher, white, female, blonde, very pretty. And then I’m in another classroom, behind me is another student, a female classmate I think, but I don’t see her. We were talking I’m not sure about what, maybe about the previous class I guess, the the same teacher from the previous scene appears except this time she’s older, and she, the teacher, takes off her blouse, and she’s wearing a black bra, and she’s saying something, but I’m still just listening to my classmate behind me, and then the teacher starts passing out treats and I try to ignore it, or try not to expect to get any, but I look in front of me and see she’s also left me treats on a plate, two chocolate ice-cream truffles, one was like a mint chocolate ice cream truffle, a surprise when I break it open, or maybe when I bit into it.
Then in another scene I’m walking into some lab, there’s a panel by the door where you put in the code before entering, and I knew the code but accidentally put in the wrong one but the door to the lab still opened, but I thought if they keep a record of who comes in based on the code entered, then I might get in trouble, so I close the door again and re-enter my own code, the one I knew somehow, and the door opens again, and I go in and see someone is already in the lab, they left a watch and a purse on the desk I wanted to use. I think I just needed to print something. A woman suddenly appears, she says she’s almost done, with whatever work she was doing in the lab I guess, and that she’s about to take off. Then maybe we chatted, or she was just standing there, smoking and waiting. I thought, this is how it is in Europe, people smoke in labs.
Then I’m in another classroom, except there were no chairs, no desks, no tables. A teacher appears, and then somehow I’m sitting down on a chair I guess, and this guy from tht Netflix series “Travels with my dad” appears and he sits down and I tell him, yeah, I had to bring in (or buy?) these two tables and chairs. . . The teacher I sensed was his dad.
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