algeic dream

First post, the ultimate facebook status.
Tell the world what you want to say,
Whenever you want,
Because you feel like it,
And they can listen
But they can also not listen.  Which is good.

I dreamed of trees and vines in a hazy world
A handsome teacher in a one-room schoolhouse
with an old picnic table outside and mossy algeic ground surrounding.
I left the other students inside and sat by myself at the table,
then began planting shoots of the vines in glass jars.

The schoolhouse had fresh white pine flooring.

The dream turned to one about a field trip,
going down many stairs with my choir teacher,
high school aquaintances,
balancing on ledges without railings,
floors covered in pink and blue pool noodles.
Martial arts,
two students in a room who were training on surf boards, somehow.