A Class of Their Own

I dreamed that I was in school. There was a class dealing with a dead body and I kept trying to do what needed to be done and no one else would help. I got so mad and started yelling about it and refused to touch it again. But I had pulled it down on the table or coffin and no one would even support it’s head.

People were signing up for a dance class that my mom was teaching. She gave them each the option to perform at the end or not to perform- there were three choices. They were concerned about what they would wear and mom promised to help them find something suitable. Apparently her sister Shelly had been a dance teacher and so they thought she would come out of retirement to help but she said no. I assured them that if anyone could figure it out and help them it was mom.

We were continuing to sign up for classes and this cute guy knew me but I didn’t know him. He said “let’s see what Amelia picks.”

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