Day Three

I know I had many dreams last night, but I only really remember the one right before I woke up.

I was in a car, in the backseat, with this student from school.  He isn't a child in my class, but he is very much a presence in the school.  The car was being driven by one of the parents of a girl in my class. I'm not sure where we were going.  I was barefoot and my feet were filthy. They were all black and grimy and I was becoming increasingly self conscious of them.  I noticed I had a blister, it was huge and ready to burst. I was afraid if I popped it, the liquid on the inside would also be black. I also knew I should pop it soon so it it didn't pop on it's own later. Then I started cleaning my feet with a washcloth, but I didn't have any water, so I had to just wipe them.

Eventually the car took us to UCLA.  The people in the car were different, I was no longer with that child or parent.  We were driving through the campus and I kept saying how beautiful the campus was and I how much I had always loved it. (I have spent a little time on that campus, but not enough to have such an emotional reaction upon seeing it.)  It was gorgeous though, if not a little over the top.  All the buildings were brick with huge windows and faced a central courtyard.  It looked similar to old timey London in A Christmas Carol, though it wasn't snowing. In the courtyard there were cherub and angel statues everywhere. In my dream I thought they were so beautiful (as I'm remembering it now though, it was completely ridiculous) and I kept fantasizing about going back to school so I could spend all my time in this place. Some guy, who I thought might be hitting on me, offered to give me a tour of one of the buildings right before I woke up.

As I am writing this and reflecting about the first part of this dream, I am recalling elements of a dream that I had earlier in the night.  I will spare you the details but just say that this early-in-the-evening dream also involved control - or lack there of - of bodily fluids and functions.  Another curious note is that the child in the car was a boy name Sigmund.  It is certainly interesting that one of the only recognizable faces in my dream would share the name of one of the most famous thinkers on the subject of the unconscious mind.  Maybe I'm thinking about all of this too much!