Confused in the Class & the Club (w/normal supplements)
I am in a classroom full of students. Class is just beginning and I am trying to get myself oriented. I have been struggling for a while to figure out what and where my next class is, the last of the day and maybe the week. I just can not remember and ask another student for help. She is one of three girls standing together. I explain my situation and have this helpless sad and pathetic look on my face. I tell her I have my schedule in my notebook, many inches thick, but I can not locate the piece of paper it is on.
The class seems to be divided into two sections, both of which are coming alive. There are staging some sort of production and I try and get out of the way but increasingly am pushed into a corner. I wake sad frustrated, almost devastated and then realize it is only a dream.
Notes: Listened to a chapter of Robert Moss's Dream Gates before going back to bed. Been having variations on this theme a lot.
Dream Enactment: (from Moss) Meditate on confusion.
Verse:
Confusion makes me mad and leaves me sad.
It turns me around and makes me frown.
It strips me of direction and acts like an infection.
Most of all I am staid because I am so afraid.
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