Call Me Pidgeon
Sep. 27th, 2018 11:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kybearfuzzI'm actually surprised I remember this much detail of the dream some 14 hours later, but it was so strange, it was like watching a movie.
I was a student at a boys school in the early 1900's and my last name was Pidgeon. We wore uniforms, so I had my shirt, tie, and jacket and I was probably in my mid-teens. I was new to the school and the other boys was well-versed in the goings-on. The administration was not new, but the headmaster was. The strange thing was that we never saw him. In the main building, his office was on the third floor. The lights were on, but he never came out to check on us, so the information was provided through the teachers.
What puzzled me was that the structure of the school was in apparent upheaval, as the students kept commenting on things being different, but they didn't seem to care. One teacher proclaimed that classes were canceled and I was thinking that the term just started. So the boys were left to their own routines.
A group of boys was filling out thank you letters to donors to the school. I sat at the table with them and tried to help. Each donation card was like a tri-fold and each fold had a potential suggested donation. They were in odd amounts, like 18 cents, 28 cents, and some other value less than a dollar. The thank-you letters were form letters where we thanked them for the amount given, with a blank that we filled out. When I took my first card, I couldn't find the amount donated to fill out the letter. I asked another student about it and was told that I probably shouldn't help fill out the letters as I was so new. So, I gave my stack to the table and walked away.
It was raining outside, so I was just hanging out inside the main building when one of the teachers answered a ringing phone. After speaking to the caller, the teacher called me by name ("Pidgeon") to come over. He was telling me that the local hotel in the village wanted me to come and help out the front desk overnight. I apparently had worked at the hotel in the past and it didn't seem odd for them to request me, but I asked if it was okay for me to be gone overnight from the school. The teacher seemed uninterested any problem it would cause and just waived me off saying I was allowed.
I don't recall walking to the hotel, but I remember walking into the old, dark lobby, closing up my wet umbrella, when I woke up.
In all of my dreams, I don't remember ever having a separate identity like this. Sometimes I wonder if reincarnation is real, and if so, could some dreams just be a way of remembering a past existence? I can't say that reincarnation is real, but sometimes I want it to be.
I was a student at a boys school in the early 1900's and my last name was Pidgeon. We wore uniforms, so I had my shirt, tie, and jacket and I was probably in my mid-teens. I was new to the school and the other boys was well-versed in the goings-on. The administration was not new, but the headmaster was. The strange thing was that we never saw him. In the main building, his office was on the third floor. The lights were on, but he never came out to check on us, so the information was provided through the teachers.
What puzzled me was that the structure of the school was in apparent upheaval, as the students kept commenting on things being different, but they didn't seem to care. One teacher proclaimed that classes were canceled and I was thinking that the term just started. So the boys were left to their own routines.
A group of boys was filling out thank you letters to donors to the school. I sat at the table with them and tried to help. Each donation card was like a tri-fold and each fold had a potential suggested donation. They were in odd amounts, like 18 cents, 28 cents, and some other value less than a dollar. The thank-you letters were form letters where we thanked them for the amount given, with a blank that we filled out. When I took my first card, I couldn't find the amount donated to fill out the letter. I asked another student about it and was told that I probably shouldn't help fill out the letters as I was so new. So, I gave my stack to the table and walked away.
It was raining outside, so I was just hanging out inside the main building when one of the teachers answered a ringing phone. After speaking to the caller, the teacher called me by name ("Pidgeon") to come over. He was telling me that the local hotel in the village wanted me to come and help out the front desk overnight. I apparently had worked at the hotel in the past and it didn't seem odd for them to request me, but I asked if it was okay for me to be gone overnight from the school. The teacher seemed uninterested any problem it would cause and just waived me off saying I was allowed.
I don't recall walking to the hotel, but I remember walking into the old, dark lobby, closing up my wet umbrella, when I woke up.
In all of my dreams, I don't remember ever having a separate identity like this. Sometimes I wonder if reincarnation is real, and if so, could some dreams just be a way of remembering a past existence? I can't say that reincarnation is real, but sometimes I want it to be.
