Last night I remember part of one long school dream that took place at my former high school, and I was at the school for some reason in a class room.
I was in Coach G’s class and my brother CC was there, and CC was supposed to be doing yard work in the yard outside the classroom; but he was inside the classroom relaxing instead.
I can not remember most of the dream, but I remember sitting in the classroom wondering why CC and Coach G were not doing their jobs; and I think I may have even indirectly tried to suggest that they do their jobs, but it did not work very well.
