Well, if you have time to spare, this is a hilarious dream I had at the end of this last night.
I am driving a very old car from the 20s, and going to class, the class is in an amphitheater and it is about learning to drive and history of movies combined. The amphitheater is old and quite beautiful all carved in medium tone wood, it is huge and full of students. the central space at the bottom is very large and the students park their car in the middle and you circle the middle by entering from one side, going counter clockwise and exiting the other and there is a traffic light at the exit. All the students have parked their cars there, and at the end of the cars parked there is small stage with one of the professors teaching the history of french movies and how to drive a car.
On one side of the amphitheater is a an open alley leading to a changing room closed by a double curtain of yellow mustard linen. In front of this curtain sits the second professor teaching the history of Belgian movies and how to drive a car. Both professors are old and very nice.
One of my best girl friends is sitting with the other students and is leading her team for the belgian history of movies, I am with the group of french history. She is giggling because I am late, the heartless little one.
I arrive late and enter the wrong way and just leave my car right there. I hurry to the changing room as each student has to change the top of what they are wearing, so I plunge behind the curtain while the class goes on.
I am dressed in old fashioned riding pants with boots and I take out my top to replace it, but the debate goes on and I have something intelligent to say, so I open the curtain and say my intelligent thing. All the students can hear me and I am there bare chest, but it's ok because I am very tanned (!).
I close the curtain again and I hear the professor of Belgian history chuckle and say ' it's really difficult to teach with the two perspectives, the french one and the belgian.'
Suddenly it's the end of the class, everybody rushes to their car, I do too, the traffic light is red but I m in the middle of the cars, in the wrong direction and can't make an 180 to turn and be in the right direction. Suddenly the traffic light turns green, everybody rushes out, and one car stops to let me do the 180 and I exit with the others and my dream stops.
That was my class dream of early morning
Am still laughing.
I am driving a very old car from the 20s, and going to class, the class is in an amphitheater and it is about learning to drive and history of movies combined. The amphitheater is old and quite beautiful all carved in medium tone wood, it is huge and full of students. the central space at the bottom is very large and the students park their car in the middle and you circle the middle by entering from one side, going counter clockwise and exiting the other and there is a traffic light at the exit. All the students have parked their cars there, and at the end of the cars parked there is small stage with one of the professors teaching the history of french movies and how to drive a car.
On one side of the amphitheater is a an open alley leading to a changing room closed by a double curtain of yellow mustard linen. In front of this curtain sits the second professor teaching the history of Belgian movies and how to drive a car. Both professors are old and very nice.
One of my best girl friends is sitting with the other students and is leading her team for the belgian history of movies, I am with the group of french history. She is giggling because I am late, the heartless little one.
I arrive late and enter the wrong way and just leave my car right there. I hurry to the changing room as each student has to change the top of what they are wearing, so I plunge behind the curtain while the class goes on.
I am dressed in old fashioned riding pants with boots and I take out my top to replace it, but the debate goes on and I have something intelligent to say, so I open the curtain and say my intelligent thing. All the students can hear me and I am there bare chest, but it's ok because I am very tanned (!).
I close the curtain again and I hear the professor of Belgian history chuckle and say ' it's really difficult to teach with the two perspectives, the french one and the belgian.'
Suddenly it's the end of the class, everybody rushes to their car, I do too, the traffic light is red but I m in the middle of the cars, in the wrong direction and can't make an 180 to turn and be in the right direction. Suddenly the traffic light turns green, everybody rushes out, and one car stops to let me do the 180 and I exit with the others and my dream stops.
That was my class dream of early morning
Am still laughing.
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