Dream school

I'm half-hearted about tracking my dreams these days. Consider it retirement haze since there is no reason to get on the Royal Road. I do remember them,  but they know I'm not serious. They ebb away as last night's dominant memories truck over them.

Get serious!  Gear up! What's a little discomfort in the sleepy re-rendering? Ignore the nag - what for, what for?
So I enroll in a 6-week series of online classes on dreams. I'm not a beginner, but I need accountability, and a community, and talking heads, and there are methods for interpreting.

But today, my psyche throws a curve ball: investigate your own Dream School. Consider its curriculum, its required texts, the "scaffolding" of symbols & codes, the puns and (hidden?) intent.  She (my psyche) throws out a dream memory to make her point: Too long at the airport gift shop buying - once again- earrings, late for my flight, only to  pull out the backing of the dream on the airport mezzanine and surprised, find it's all a black void (avoid?) 

Repeating symbols on foreheads, creatures, helpers, horses, houses and environments. 

I'd almost forgotten why I started this section: dreams and their corollaries.