Dreaming of me

Had a dream last night about trying to teach KidSpace class, which is bad enough, but the thing that I was trying to teach them had something to do with the relationship between Crowley and Sekhmet, and how this was proved by the migration of polar bears and the distributions of various dog breeds in northern Europe. The kids, of course, were having none of this, and proceeded to interrupt me every ten seconds by asking me if what they were wearing was okay, or other things like that. And then, they stole my dog.

Not only that, but all of the speaking in the dream was conducted half in English, and half in Latin.

Conclusion: No more Umberto Eco before bed for me.

Dreaming of me

Had a dream last night about trying to teach KidSpace class, which is bad enough, but the thing that I was trying to teach them had something to do with the relationship between Crowley and Sekhmet, and how this was proved by the migration of polar bears and the distributions of various dog breeds in northern Europe. The kids, of course, were having none of this, and proceeded to interrupt me every ten seconds by asking me if what they were wearing was okay, or other things like that. And then, they stole my dog.

Not only that, but all of the speaking in the dream was conducted half in English, and half in Latin.

Conclusion: No more Umberto Eco before bed for me.