when dreams flock

and so my subconscious made fun of me again.

going to some weird inoculation against what they called ‘summer disease’ (in a very strange place, and i had forgotten my ID and thus the whole thing failed), i happened to get to a teacher’s congress. where the teachers were dressed like mediaeval dignitaries and some – like clergy.

and there, some kinds were playing music without instruments, and some kids were trying to do a play in english…the english was good, the play was… well, luckily, short.

and then two ancient teachers turned into trees. and spoke latgalian. i was very impressed by them becoming the trees. the voices though sounded too… actor – like.

the rest i do not remember, as the alarm-clock woke me up.

a funny dream, this one. especially the languages part.