Dream.
I find myself in a classroom. Plenty of other people here. Other people like me, here to learn and study. I'm walking through the main room on the way to my own table. I pass a small group, one of whom is a youngish man whom I recognize. I've seen him here before (in other dreams).
He's changed his looks again, I notice, smiling inwardly. Once I saw him and he was in drag, another time he was really dressed beautifully, like going to the opera. This time he's kind of grunge looking. He's very creative.
I say hi to him as I pass. He seems to know I'm checking out how he looks; and says: It's ok, isn't it, sometimes I like to look edgier. I say: you look very handsome! Its a good look for you
He smiles widely at this – he is a very handsome young man I notice - but then as I move in closer to him something odd happens. There's a strong light source that has suddenly snapped on behind him; rather than cutting a silhouette shape, it's acting as a kind of x-ray or something: I see the light through him, like he's become suddenly partly translucent. And then, I take a closer look at his hair. As I decided I want a closer look, the view – as if he was being seen on a screen – it zooms into closer focus. I exclaim: My god! Your scalp! You have lice! Your head is crawling with lice!
He shoots off at a run to a door that evidently leads to the bathroom.
I watch him speeding away then continue to make my way to my desk, threading in and around other people and their tables. Lots of them, men and women.
Most I don't recognize. I take a seat. Theres a computer sitting on it and it's turned on. Apparently I've been taking notes earlier with it, went for a stroll, and now am returned.
I notice the man seated directly ahead of me is someone I actually know (knew) in waking life. I smile to see him. I haven't seen him in the physical for at least 20 years. Nice to see him! There are others here I notice, whom I also apparently know. I'm aware I don't know these in waking life, and yet...I know them. Like the young man who just left the room. I know him, yet he's not anybody I know in waking life. I think to myself: Interesting.
I notice as I sit down, there's a large square roman kind of bath sunk in the floor ahead of me and off to the left somewhat. I notice with mild interest there is a large naked woman lying on her side in it, in a sea of white bubbles, reading a book! That's a bit odd to have in here, isn't it? I think it's interesting nobody bats an eye at this or appears to think it odd.
I get up again and walk back out into the hall, where there are less people. I find myself alone now, standing in front of a mirror. It has a mantle directly beneath it for one to place their drink or their purse, that sort of thing. There are flowers in two jars on either end of this mantle. The atmosphere out here is very calm. The rug is light gold, the walls brocade damask papered, very rich. The furniture I can see out here is all dark and handmade, high quality craftsmanship. The light from chandeliers overhead is soft and golden. I begin looking at myself and fixing my lipstick.
As I'm doing this I'm thinking how they claim in dreams you don't see mirrors. Yet here I am; in front of a mirror. So....I don't know if that's true; I'm looking into one right now...I see in the mirror another woman. She's approaching me from behind, to my left. I courteously step aside to my right to make room for her in the mirror; then grimace because the R hand side of the mirror is all opaque, as though someone had sandblasted the glass on that side. I can't see to fix myself now. She notices the grimace and asks me if I'm alright. I say I'm fine, thanks. She says: the look on your face says otherwise....I hope it's not me being here that is annoying to you? I say: Oh, no, not at all! Excuse me...
I head back into the classroom to my desk. I'm annoyed to see my computer is missing! It's been taken by somebody?
At this point I become fully lucid – I know I can get it back and how.
I decide I'm getting it back. I open a portal in midair, focussing on the computer as I do in my minds eye, knowing it will be there, fully expecting my hand to encounter the shape of it, willing it to be there as I reach through. I reach through, grab it and pull it out. My computer. After this I'm fully lucid. I replace it on the desk.
The handsome young man comes back out of the bathroom, his hair is wet and dripping. He is passing my desk on the way back to his seat and he says:
Thank you! Thanks for letting me know about that! I really appreciated that.
I say: No problem! You're welcome!
As he heads off I look around this space, this classroom kind of setting. It has the feel of a place where you're learning, like a classroom. But it's really a splendid room. Far nicer than a regular classroom. I'm aware it's also a fairly common place to find myself. I come here often. Many times the other 'students' are all invisible. This time they aren't. Though I've yet to see any teacher; I think to myself.
People are sitting at desks, writing, talking to one another, wandering about socializing. It must be the noon hour or something. Break time.
The main doors open and the teacher comes in. He's very tall, handsome, long dark hair. He's wearing what reminds me of roman drapery. As this person takes his position at the head of the room behind the podium, people move back to their seats, look up from their computers; a hush falls over the room as the attention is focussed on him.
The room lights dim, leaving a soft light over and on him and he begins to speak.
