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Dreamlog: Teachers [Last Sunday Edition] 
13th-Nov-2008 08:25 am
Recursing Xoder
I was at Packer, visiting my Tae Kwon Do teacher. I knew that he decided to teach school there to supplement his income, though I'm not sure why he didn't go to "Tae Kwon Do High", as I jokingly call Bay Ridge Prep. While there, I went upstairs to see my old writing tutor. The stairs had all their handrails replace with extremely ornate gothic brasswork including many "fiddly bits" and gargoyles. I went to the chapel, which is where my tutor's office was, but her door had been replaced with one of those sliding accordion-style plastic doors (done in 70's-era dark woodgrain style). Instead of my tutor, however, I saw msanborn lazily lounging on the floor (there may have been a thin mattress?). I had clearly just woken her up, and then I woke up and the dream was over.
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