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05-26-2014, 07:42 PM
Date: 2014-05-26
Time: 0907
Type: Standard, linear, POV
I am a student in a gigantic school-type facility with many large classrooms. The building resembles an enormous mall with glass ceilings and modern styling. In my class of about 15-20 students, I am considered the defiant / unteachable / reckless one and am shunned by all but 1 female, who is particularly attracted to me. The love and admiration that she has for me and my abilities of telekinesis, manifestation and trans-physical mobility are obvious. In everyone else's opinion (including the teacher's), I am a poor student who has great difficulty focussing and is prone to insubordination. It is clear, however, that many of the students harbor a secret jealousy of my abilities, despite my lack of conformity.
In a class that feels like psychology, I give a complex dissertation on the origins of human thinking, to the stunned audience. In several previous dreams, this exact scenario plays out in many different ways. Sometimes I find myself writing entire blackboards full of complex mathematical equations with my left hand, and with a speed comparable to a dot-matrix printer. Sometimes, I find myself standing in front of the class giving a presentation, and other times I lead field trips. In every case, the material that I cover is almost completely contradictory to what we have been taught, offering brand new complex, yet captivating insights to an audience of intrigued students.
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Time: 0907
Type: Standard, linear, POV
I am a student in a gigantic school-type facility with many large classrooms. The building resembles an enormous mall with glass ceilings and modern styling. In my class of about 15-20 students, I am considered the defiant / unteachable / reckless one and am shunned by all but 1 female, who is particularly attracted to me. The love and admiration that she has for me and my abilities of telekinesis, manifestation and trans-physical mobility are obvious. In everyone else's opinion (including the teacher's), I am a poor student who has great difficulty focussing and is prone to insubordination. It is clear, however, that many of the students harbor a secret jealousy of my abilities, despite my lack of conformity.
In a class that feels like psychology, I give a complex dissertation on the origins of human thinking, to the stunned audience. In several previous dreams, this exact scenario plays out in many different ways. Sometimes I find myself writing entire blackboards full of complex mathematical equations with my left hand, and with a speed comparable to a dot-matrix printer. Sometimes, I find myself standing in front of the class giving a presentation, and other times I lead field trips. In every case, the material that I cover is almost completely contradictory to what we have been taught, offering brand new complex, yet captivating insights to an audience of intrigued students.
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