Arlee Bird has a blog site on which he discusses dreams and possible interpretations. I dedicate this post to him.
“Y” is for Yell!
I taught school for twenty years as a second career. One of my personal mandates was that I did not raise my voice. I did not yell in the classroom, unless it was part of reading aloud and the character was yelling.
Oh, I would yell on the playground. “Get OFF that FENCE right NOW!”
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| This almost looked like me, so long ago.... |
I have this recurring dream in many variations. With a herd of forty students, I am guiding them on a field trip through some hazardous place. Why we would go to a minefield or an African savannah, I don’t know, but we are there and I am charged with keeping these students safe.
There are always a number of students who wander off the path that we must stay on or dire things will happen.
When I see them at the back of the line, I cannot get to them in time. So I must yell at them, “Stop right there...”
Only I can’t yell. No matter how hard I try, I cannot yell. Finally I manage it…and I wake myself up yelling.
“You okay?” asks my husband.
