In this dream I could not remember
clear purpose, but I could remember all the dodging in and out, hiding,
fleeing, etc., in a school taken over by soldiers. I have organized the various maneuvers and
divvied them up between Deirdre and Kiril, adding dialogue and plot.
I was in elementary school at the
time. In the early 60's teachers prized
regimentation above creativity and curiosity, and I had difficulties. When I didn't like the stories in my reader,
I'd edit and improvise broadly. I'd find
novel reinterpretations of instructions, obeying the letter but not the
spirit. I'd ask puzzling questions. I'd correct the teachers if I saw fit, or
study something different from the repetitive snorefest assigned. I'd hide fantasy paperbacks inside the bigger
hardbound books given to me—and fantasy was especially taboo! For someone who loved learning for its own
sake, and reveled in something richer than the bald, materialistic "reality"
that the educational establishment wanted to indoctrinate me to serve, it
really did feel like a hostile army had taken over the school, drilling us
instead of teaching us. The trick was
how to evade capture. That, and figuring
out, by myself, the difference between education and training.