Dream Therapy


I have this reoccurring dream wherein I wake up, prepare for school–dressing nattily in a blue suit with a red tie and a black felt derby, spats–pick-up my antique leather satchel and ebony walking stick and launch through the front door…only to find that I am falling, falling, falling to the street below. Then I am suddenly standing in class in my underwear–no lesson-plan, their cruel laughter and a shrieking school-bell pounding my head. Then I wake, bathed in sweat, kill the alarm, prepare for school–dressing nattily in derby and spats–launching myself into the cold urban twilight without cares or plans–only possibility.

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20 thoughts on “Dream Therapy

  1. Sounds like an odd dream.
    The end sentence creates wonderful images in my mind (launching myself into the cold urban twilight without cares or plans–only possibility).

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  2. I really enjoyed reading this – as a former teacher myself and because of the way you’ve crafted it. I love the repeat of the dream and the panicky thought of having no lesson plan! The attire was a bit OTT for school (haha) but suited the writing style well. Excellent final two words. 🙂

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  3. Dear Larry,

    I’m late getting around, as you can tell. Only a week behind. 😉 Your vocal adds so much to this well-written piece. I’m so glad I didn’t miss out on it.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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