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Dreaming again
Jan. 27th, 2004 07:46 amLast night I dreamt that Mark (the 6th grade teacher) and I were doing ... something outside. I think we were looking for materials for some lesson he was planning.
At any rate, while we were walking around, we started talking about pets. And because he wasn't planning on coming back next year (which I'm fairly certain is true in RL, though we won't know for a while), he needed to find someone to take care of his ferret.
I said that I thought I could probably manage it, providing they gave me a house without a roommate, next year. And then, as I was bending down to pick some dried grasses, we were attacked by ravens.
We ducked into a wooden shack - the kind with gaping spaces between the not-quite-vertical slats. There was an old, cobbled-together-out-of-rusty-barrels sort of wood stove about halfway down the wall opposite the door, and cobwebs pretty much everywhere. I was watching the ravens through the gap between slats and Mark was trying to figure out if there was enough wood (that wasn't the shack) that it was worth trying to start a fire.
Having decided that there wasn't, we went outside to try to reason with the ravens. Somehow, we each ended up going back into the shack with a raven friend. Both grey-ish white. Mark's raven was sitting on his shoulder, and mine was lying on his back in my arm, wanting his tummy scritched.
There was more conversation about pets, during which we walked back to my house - which had been locked for a period of time and to which I somehow had a key despite having given the key to someone else so that they could feed /my/ ferret, and mice, and guinea pig, and bunnies. (The cat had been with me in the interim, and would be returning that afternoon.)
So, we unlocked the door and went inside, and decided that I would, indeed, be able to take care of his ferret (and now that it came to it, his raven) and I would just have to explain to the district that needed to not have a roommate. That way, I could sleep in the smaller bedroom, and the animals could have the larger one.
The ravens seemed perfectly happy with this arrangement, and commented to that effect. We built a cage for the ferrets, who were running rampant around the house, chasing each other like bobtails. And then, while I was on the phone to the district about my housing for the next year, I woke up. I'll have to ask Mark if he really wants me to take care of his ferret.
At any rate, while we were walking around, we started talking about pets. And because he wasn't planning on coming back next year (which I'm fairly certain is true in RL, though we won't know for a while), he needed to find someone to take care of his ferret.
I said that I thought I could probably manage it, providing they gave me a house without a roommate, next year. And then, as I was bending down to pick some dried grasses, we were attacked by ravens.
We ducked into a wooden shack - the kind with gaping spaces between the not-quite-vertical slats. There was an old, cobbled-together-out-of-rusty-barrels sort of wood stove about halfway down the wall opposite the door, and cobwebs pretty much everywhere. I was watching the ravens through the gap between slats and Mark was trying to figure out if there was enough wood (that wasn't the shack) that it was worth trying to start a fire.
Having decided that there wasn't, we went outside to try to reason with the ravens. Somehow, we each ended up going back into the shack with a raven friend. Both grey-ish white. Mark's raven was sitting on his shoulder, and mine was lying on his back in my arm, wanting his tummy scritched.
There was more conversation about pets, during which we walked back to my house - which had been locked for a period of time and to which I somehow had a key despite having given the key to someone else so that they could feed /my/ ferret, and mice, and guinea pig, and bunnies. (The cat had been with me in the interim, and would be returning that afternoon.)
So, we unlocked the door and went inside, and decided that I would, indeed, be able to take care of his ferret (and now that it came to it, his raven) and I would just have to explain to the district that needed to not have a roommate. That way, I could sleep in the smaller bedroom, and the animals could have the larger one.
The ravens seemed perfectly happy with this arrangement, and commented to that effect. We built a cage for the ferrets, who were running rampant around the house, chasing each other like bobtails. And then, while I was on the phone to the district about my housing for the next year, I woke up. I'll have to ask Mark if he really wants me to take care of his ferret.
