1 Jun 2025
Dream
I was in middle school and I was at a new school but my adult friend from the Army days, Isolda, was there. We had a presentation or something that we were doing later in the day, and I hadn’t slept very well. We decided to leave before the last two periods of school. I was hesitant about it, but it made good sense, but I was telling them I was afraid I wouldn’t wake up after just a couple of hours of sleep, because I always have a problem with that. I said I would do my best and try to call her, but asked Isolda to call me too; so that whichever one of us got up first would look out for the other. I was concerned about someone that I had to give a thank you card to and then left the school and realized I forgot to grab the thank you card to fill out, but I had wandered around trying to figure out where to leave the note for this person and couldn’t find their desk. I guess I was in my old home state of Alabama where I grew up, because I remember saying to the teacher I was excited to be back and meet some of my relatives because when my parents moved us from there, from then on, I never got to meet any of my relatives and my parents didn’t care. I said my relatives were the Creasps and Stockards. I don’t recognize the last name Creasp, but when I talked about not knowing any of this family in class, I remember my teacher looked really sad for me. I was excited because I was close to home and I would really get to hopefully find and meet some of them. I saw a couple of these last names on kids’ items in the classroom and that’s what made me talk about it. Stockard is my birth name, maiden name. Later, I was reading a pretty thick adult sized book, and I remember the teacher seeing the book in the car and looking surprised and I felt very proud because I’m a really good reader. Then I remember getting off the bus with someone, who was either my daughter or a brother, even though I don’t have a brother in real life, and it was only my second day of school apparently, so I wandered around and was frustrated. I said loudly: I don’t even know how to get home, and the other person said come on, it’s this way and they were very frustrated with me because I was making such a big fuss about it. It felt like the same feeling I notice my daughter getting when I’m not catching onto something. I don’t know if it looked like her in the dream, but it felt like the same kind of interaction that plays out between us.