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looking at scorpio From what I could tell it was a literature class of some sort. As to whether it was American or English literature I don't know. What I do know is that the class was packed and it was the very first day. I was looking around the room when I realized something. The class was being held at my grade school. Since this was a dream it seemed natural enough and I got up to leave for my next class. Then the trouble started. I had no idea what was my next class or where it was being held. I kept searching through my papers for a class schedule, but I couldn't find one. As I was heading out the door I ran into someone I knew from work and he asked me if I had bought the book for the class. I said no and that I was just leaving for another class. For some reason this point didn't seem to register with him and he kept going on and on about the textbook that I didn't have nor need. It was an architecture class or something. Eventually I made my way out of the room and into the hall. Then I heard the singing and I went to see what was happening. Soon I was heading down the stairs into the basement of the building that also doubled as the cafeteria. Then when I opened the double doors it was more of a high school gym with a Mexican swing choir belting out some song that I didn't know. Why this was the case I have no idea. Those are most of the details that I can remember from my dream and I guess that that is what I can expect when I fall asleep on the couch for a few hours. |