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Dream
mood: 
tired
tiredUsually I have some strange dreams which I only understand after I retell them. I dream in full color, often the equivalent of feature-length films. Last night's dream was in color and certainly long enough, but the lack of symbolism annoys/troubles me. Here's the dream:
I was in a classroom at Hebrew College - maybe one of the double classrooms. Some of the students were my classmates from the Cantor-Educator Program, and others were some random selection of friends or other people I know. One of the students was sharing a setting she had written for the Rosh HaShanah kiddush. It was a pretty setting which she wanted us to sing along with. I didn't join in immediately, but I did after a phrase or so - after I felt that I knew the tune. After the singing, someone who looked like a Hebrew instructor I had once commented that I had a nice voice and asked why I didn't join in the singing sooner. I shrugged and explained that I wanted to know the tune a bit better first. Then someone else asked me if it was true that Scott (Cantor Sokol, the teacher of this class) had traded me for a different student to coach. I felt uncomfortable and explained that it had been a bad fit for both of us - that he thought I should work with someone else and so did I. Someone said something like, "why would he trade you when you have such a good voice?" and I responded that there were many good coaches and that I had wanted to learn different things from what Scott was teaching. Someone reminded me that Scott taught wonderful settings of piyyutim (liturgical poems) and I restrained myself from saying that I thought many of these poems added unnecessary length to the service. Instead I said something about how Scott had not taught me these poems and that I wanted to learn something else anyway. At some point I got up without saying anything and left the classroom long before class was over but after the discussion focus moved away from me. I went down the hallway and entered one of the utility hallways (I like to think of them as the bowels of the college, but these are basically where facilities management do their work - heating, cooling, electric, etc. This hallway is behind closed doors and most students don't go in these types of hallways. Since I used to work for the college, I'm quite familiar and comfortable with them. They are a good escape. Anyway, the hallway in my dream looked a bit different than the real ones, but it was close enough. I saw many people in this hallway, including a good friend who acts as a grandfather to my son. I spoke with him for a while and noticed that Scott was standing at a distance in the same hallway and saw me. He did not approach but seemed satisfied to know I was there. The dream ended here.
So, for those who know me well, this dream is so obvious that it needs no explanation. For anyone else reading, basically this dream is a reenactment of my deciding not to return to the Cantor-Educator Program this coming academic year. As I made it more obvious to my classmates that I might not return, several of them began complimenting me more than they ever had and more than was necessary. Since the end of spring semester, I basically went out of contact with anyone in the program, including Scott who I truly respect and admire (i.e., the hidden hallway of my dream).
Here's hoping for more interesting and enjoyable dreams over the weekend.