Dreamer Easy

I dreamt

(a) that Jon bought a crocodile. It lived on the floor, under things. I was terrified the cats would try to play with it, or that it would bite my feet. In a mise-en-abyme I had a dream (inside the dream) where the crocodile got on the bed, making me cry in my sleep (in my sleep).

(b) in enormous detail, that we had moved to the US and I had a job trying to teach calculus. I was an amusing and likeable teacher but had no knowledge of maths. People kept giving me American money. ESL exchange students mocked me by speaking in incomprehensible accents, but one kindly replaced my missing backpack by creating a string bag from the inside.

Involved was a hill famous for a condemned man defiantly running up it to the gallows at the top; on a field trip we reenacted that fearless climb towards death. I clung onto the Earth, pulling myself up, and knew I would never fear her.

At the top there was a great view of the town, apparently in Montana; "I'm not in Tahiti!" gleefully announced one student. There was a particular view of a tall building, which Jon and I had seen in a TV show. Conveniently, the hill was serviced by double-decker busses with bus stops and doors at the top and the bottom of the hill.

omg, I just realised that the Update Journal page has stopped messing up in IE. Yay!