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Was at my childhood house; I felt I'd 'missed the bus' and would be unable to get to school... except, the mother of someone who dumped me as a friend way back in junior high...showed up, her large car full of kids.
And I bummed a ride. (That ex-friend wasn't in the car.)
All the little rugrats (much more than she'd ever had in 'real life' - maybe she was car-pooling) shifted over on the back seat (there was mud on the seat), and I got in. There was some momentary fussing over me, and one girl expressed something to the effect of 'She's too old to be in high school!' But to that I said, fumbling a bit, that even if so, I felt (instinctively) there still was something I needed to do when I got there. (Lookit me...too serious to take the hint and go Lucid.)
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A scene where I seemed observer. Buffy (who is now of course an informal 'high school counselor' of sorts, was recovering from the aftermath of some typical Buffy type stressful adventure. She, in a combination of herself needing comfort, and manipulation, went up to and leaned against one male teacher. Partly, I got, a form of using her womanly charms to dissuade him from making a big fuss about whatever anomalies he'd noticed. I got the impression she hadn't been totally successful; there'd still be some aftermath for her.
Later, I saw her, exuding dignity and a hope for things to just get back to normal, climb up to her desk, which here was raised (next to others) on a little deck running above and around the main floor of the room.
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I was outside at my childhood home, moving stuff around and in and out of a shed. Impression was, we or I'd be moving soon, making my actions some sort of attempt at decluttering.
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Talked to 'Gandalf' for a bit, exact content of conversation unclear. (Too much LotR fanfic again).
And I bummed a ride. (That ex-friend wasn't in the car.)
All the little rugrats (much more than she'd ever had in 'real life' - maybe she was car-pooling) shifted over on the back seat (there was mud on the seat), and I got in. There was some momentary fussing over me, and one girl expressed something to the effect of 'She's too old to be in high school!' But to that I said, fumbling a bit, that even if so, I felt (instinctively) there still was something I needed to do when I got there. (Lookit me...too serious to take the hint and go Lucid.)
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A scene where I seemed observer. Buffy (who is now of course an informal 'high school counselor' of sorts, was recovering from the aftermath of some typical Buffy type stressful adventure. She, in a combination of herself needing comfort, and manipulation, went up to and leaned against one male teacher. Partly, I got, a form of using her womanly charms to dissuade him from making a big fuss about whatever anomalies he'd noticed. I got the impression she hadn't been totally successful; there'd still be some aftermath for her.
Later, I saw her, exuding dignity and a hope for things to just get back to normal, climb up to her desk, which here was raised (next to others) on a little deck running above and around the main floor of the room.
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I was outside at my childhood home, moving stuff around and in and out of a shed. Impression was, we or I'd be moving soon, making my actions some sort of attempt at decluttering.
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Talked to 'Gandalf' for a bit, exact content of conversation unclear. (Too much LotR fanfic again).