Written Dream

       I have so many dreams these days that I feel to lazy to write them all down. I also get many strange dreams like a dream within a dream, waking up finding my self doing my morning routine then waking up again just to find that that was just a dream, dying in strange ways and very define abstract shapes and colors sturing my emotions. This dream however, was more unique then any I ever had. In the dream I was writing a book and as I was writing the book I was dreaming it out as well.

       I was writing about a classroom that I did not want to go to. The reason I did not want to go to that class was because Virgil was teaching it and I was afraid that he would patronize me being late. I wrote down, 'I'm cutting my class but find myself walking down towards the classroom arriving late. I looked into the classroom as the session was coming to an end. I see a large lecture hall and on the far right there is a stage with three baby grand piano in between two grand pianos. The pianist were play such beautiful melody. It attracted nearby people outside the classroom and soon there was a crowd surrounding outside the door of the classroom. I had just missed out on a good class. Then the scene changed. I'm outdoors walking down a sidewalk with someone.'