I awoke from a dream this morning where I was at some kind of camp/training/retreat. It involved children (my students), but it was half vipassana retreat and half something like the jeollanamdo training at gwangju 2010.
I had decorated my room with crepe paper for some reason, and my roommate was fellow teacher Ken from work. Curt was in the room next door. There were kids running around everywhere. The setting was like some kind of Korean Buddhist temple complex. We were running classes and activities for the kids, but also had to attend other classes ourselves.
I was out walking around on a break between classes and I was looking for Jello. I don't know why I was looking for Jello - maybe that was related to my mouth and eating problems. I paused when I heard a surprisingly deep-voiced girl - maybe 6th grade - giving a speech over a loudspeaker in the courtyard. She stumbled over some of the words. She came into a foyer area and cried because she'd messed up those words. I was trying to reassure her. She looked familiar to me be I felt mortified because inside the dream I was unable to remember her name.
That was the dream.
[daily log (11 pm): walking, 5 km]
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