“I had a dream that you and I were walking in a woods and we found a giant spiderweb and there was a skunk and a bear sleeping in it.
“Then the bear woke up and stuck his finger in his ear and ate his ear sap.
“It was a pretty disgusting and hilarious dream.”
“I had a dream that I found eyeballs on the climber and brains under the woodchips at school. I loved the brains because they were so squishy. I told all my friends to look for the brains and Alice found them.”
R ends up in our bed for the last couple hours of the night because she had a bad dream. What was it about? D asks this morning.
“A bear. And it jumped through glass. But not at our house, at … the bus stop.
“We were going to walk Daisy, and then the bear jumped through the glass.
“But you know what’s so strange? The bear scared me, but it also helped me. It helped me find my marble, which was kind of silver. Isn’t that strange?”
Dreamt I was the production manager for something called “Jeri Johnson’s Dustbin of History,” in which there was a literal “dustbin of history” and every week Jeri would retrieve something from it and discuss it with guests.
30 minutes before my alarm is set to go off; 4 hours after I fell asleep; 2.5 hours after Rooby was last up.
Rooby: Is it a weekday?
Me: Yes.
Rooby: Do you know what I dreamed about?
Me: What?
Rooby: A groundhog.
Me: Ha! What was it doing?
Rooby: It was running around.
Me: That’s a funny dream!
Rooby: You know what else I dreamed about?
Me: What?
Rooby: Kitties. A lot of kitties!
Me: How many kitties?
Rooby: I don’t know. I didn’t count them.
Me: Fair enough.
Rooby: Did you like when I told you about my dreams?
Me: Yes. I love hearing about your dreams.
Rooby: Do you want to hear them again?
Me: Yes.
Rooby: You know what I dreamed about? A groundhog.
Me: That’s funny!
Rooby: It was going like this. [Makes little chomping noise with her teeth.]
Me: Ha ha!
Rooby: [Says something I can’t follow about weekdays and not weekdays.]
Me: Wait, what?
Rooby: I said, I thought that when it’s a not weekday, then tomorrow is a not weekday.
Me: That’s not always true. It’s only true on Saturdays.
Rooby: …
Me: Saturday is not a weekday, and the next day is Sunday, which is also not a weekday.
Rooby: Whatever.
Me: Did you have any dreams last night?
Rooby: Yep.
Me: What did you dream about?
Rooby: I dreamed about everything.
Me: Did you dream about…hippos?
Rooby: No.
Me: Did you dream about…giraffes?
Rooby: No. I dreamed about polar bears.
Me: Oh! What did you dream about them?
Rooby: I was very big, and I went stomping along with them.
d and i are talking about daisy; he turns to someone to point out that these days, i always refer to daisy in the past tense
1. She had a bad dream, i.e. “My crown blew away! And you forgot to catch it!”
2. She had a good dream, i.e. about superheroes, and being one, and it “won’t come back” in her bed, only mine.
1. I have packed only one dress for a 3-day conference, and it has a child’s chocolaty handprints all over it. 2. A movie in which a sorceress hypnotizes a golden retriever to attack a child during the filming of a holiday-themed TV commercial. The heartbreaking look of reluctance on the dog’s face just before it goes for the jugular. 3. I stop someone from throwing out an unused tub of old bath product, then discover that it’s gone bad and try to throw it out myself, and struggle to dump it into a garbage bag, which turns out to have a hole in it, so the product, which was a scrub but has become like urine, runs everywhere except where I tried to put it.
i ask students for an example of “collaborative learning”
one says
“a man could teach a woman how to kill a person”
The Procrastination Salon 