31/12/11
I dream I am having or giving or supervising lessons at school. There are seats and an exam, but I am talking with a friend while I fix a window. It’s sunny outside. Suddenly there’s a mouse which I catch, and fling out the window. I climb up some rickety white spiral steps they are very wobbly at the top, and poorly fixed to the wall. I get to the top safely though. There’s a corridor with rooms. I go into one. There’s a primary school in the building, and apparently I’m a school legend’ though I’m not sure quite why I am. I check on Owen Howells (we went to primary school together) who is also a teacher. We are in Spain on a field trip. There is going to be a meal at 5pm and everyone is milling around waiting. I thought I was late and was going to go and get some fish and chips from a take out.