Spock Misses The Point

My travelling dream recurred. This time I was on a train to some woop woop place (that’s Aussie slang for out in the sticks, or just, far away). The town actually had a name in the dream, but I can’t recall now. So there I was on this train, on this long trip, and I met a family. A mother, a father, and young girl. We got chatting. I told them I was going to that far away town. They’d heard of it, but never been. They were on their way home, to a town even further than the place I was heading to. I played with their daughter, who was a delight. I don’t have a daughter in real life, but in the dream she felt almost like a daughter to me. After that I spent some time looking out the window, watching other towns pass by, wondering where I was going, as I really had no idea where I was going or why I was going there. After much staring of window, it was my stop. I bid the family good bye and got out to a train station that I thought was in the UK country side somewhere. People were everywhere. All country folks, and it was a big crowd. All checking time tables, buying tickets or rushing to platforms. OK, I thought, I have to do something in this town, but I don’t know anyone, or any place. So I started to walk out of the station to start. When I did, all of a sudden I found myself with a group of children being led to some school. By then, I realised I had also become a child of a similar age to the group I was with. Probably a range from about 8 to about 16. I felt about 12-13. Soon after that I realised one more thing. We were being led to a magic school. Like we were apprentice magicians or wizards or something. Just when I was expecting Harry, Hermione and Ron to tab me on the shoulder, we arrived at the school. One by one we walked into the school, which looked kinda like a church. Some sort of hall with an altar and some seats were at the back of the building, but along the way were what appeared to be dormitories. The ones closer to the the entrance were just spaces divided by curtains which were more like veils because they were pretty much see through. Each one of these spaces had one bed, one desk, and minimal decorations. All of these furniture were in quite strange designs, like a cross between the Phillipe Stark juicer and a Dali painting. In any case, each of these spaces were self contained, though with only symbolic privacy. Now further into the building were actual doors, which opened up to dorm rooms. These rooms were rather dark compared to the spaces. A tiny window for each, and they had solid wooden doors. Also each room was shared between about four students. I was faced with a tough choice. Your own well lit space with a see through scarf curtain for privacy, or a solid room with other kids. I ended up choosing the space closest to the entrance. It had big windows looking out to the front and the side of the building. It was the only space with two windows. Of course, this also meant visitors could also see right into my room, but I didn’t care. They could look all they like. It wasn’t going to bother me, at least not as much as sharing a room would. So then I tried out the kidney shaped bed, the half melted desk and the wobbly chair. Not the most functional furniture I’ve used, but will do. I then took another look out the front window, which actually had a great view. The front of the building overlooked luscious green meadows, fantastic sunshine and there were even birds chirping. I was happy. I stepped out to the hallway (well, I pushed the curtain aside and took a single step) and looked back towards the darker back end of the building. Seats ready, altar adorned with magic “things”, and kids running around and screaming trying to find their space, bed or room, or basically running and screaming as kids do. I knew then that I was there to learn my craft. It felt like I was meant to be there, and it felt like I was going to be there for a long time. And that’s when I woke up.

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