For many years, I have had “the dream” at the beginning of August. It always involves being at school in some way. I figure it’s a strategy for a teacher’s subconscious mind to get back in sync with the academic calendar.
At some point I began to ask around, to see if others had the same manifestation, and (not to my surprise) many did. (Of course, you can find references to this if you search online.)
When I say “it always involves school in some way” I mean that the dream was a sort of snapshot of normal activity during the school day. Other teachers regularly told me of their versions that involved teaching naked, or the anxiety of not knowing where the classroom was on the first day. Originally I was shocked and appalled, but eventually I came to anticipate this sort of response.
Sure enough, my dream arrived on schedule this year, on August 1 (even though i was out of the country, nor was I scheduled to return). This time it involved three distinct bits of small talk with three students, all of one vintage: Caroline, Emma, and Jamie. It was over in a moment; no anxiety, no stress. Was it the last in a long succession of these re-calibrations? Maybe. We’ll find out next August.