My dream was very complicated. For some reason, I was sent away to a bording school run by Mr. Lewis (Usdan). It was very confusing because I arrived late, thanks to my mother. The reason I was late had something to do with the earlier part of the dream, which I don’t remember too clearly. At first I was with the little kids. They were signing things and stuff like that. Then they all went into this little room, and after a few minutes of running about in confusion, I went into that room as well. Then a man gave me a dirty look because he was in the middle of a prayer for dinner. Mr. Lewis said it was okay, and told me to sit down. The chairs were really weird. I didn’t eat, I tried to sort things out with Mr. Lewis. He wasn’t very helpful. Finally I found the age group of students I was supposed to be with. It surprised me that many of them were african american. When I tried to walk towards the people my age, my legs wouldn’t move. The end.

At least my finger didn’t fall off….