I was in a room with others sitting at a long table. It was somewhat cramped and there was a sense of anticipation, similar to the feeling one gets before the first day of school. 

It was soon made clear we were there to choose our classes for the upcoming school year. I was a bit discourage because I knew I had already graduated – long ago. Still, I listened, considering how it may be useful and help me relieve boredom. They asked me if I wanted to take regular or advances classes. I said, “I will get bored in a regular class…but then I will also get bored in an advanced one.” Sighing, I finally opted to go with the advances courses because the regular ones would be way to slow for me.

I received my class schedule. I saw my first three classes: Algebra, Biology and History. I was not excited about Biology because of my previous experiences. I took my schedule and started off to class. 

The school was enormous! It had a massive central area with stairs going up and down in all directions and there was a massive skylight overhead. There were hundreds of students with backpacks and bags hurrying to their respective classes. I had a guide with me, an older woman with blonde, gray-tinged hair she wore short. I gave her my schedule and pointed to the room number which was a range rather than a number. I just remember the “800”. She said, “That’s downstairs, two flights.” We walked toward the stairs but then stopped at a cafe. She left me there and I waited for her to return. For some reason I chewed on my schedule so that when it was unreadable. I remember pulling it out when she returned and attempting to unfold it. Pieces fell to the ground. It reminded me of how paper looks after it has been laundered.

Then we were downstairs. The women led me to the door of a classroom. She bid me farewell and left me there standing in line with other students. I soon realized it was not the right classroom but without my schedule I couldn’t be 100% sure. I began to look around wondering where I needed to go and thinking it didn’t really matter. I could just skip school and do my own thing being I already graduated. 

A tall, slender man approached and told me I had been selected to be a part of a special group of students. He led me to a room where there were other students. I thought the group was called mensa but when I spoke the word aloud he corrected me on the name but I can’t recall now what he corrected it to. He explained to me and the group that we were selected for our abilities. We all followed him up a staircase as he explained further but he stopped mid-step and touched his neck. I knew he was in pain and instinctively went up to him and placed my hand on his neck as if in pain. I asked permission to heal him and so did. He thanked me and told the others that they all had similar abilities, thus the invitation to the group. Some of the others looked doubtful. I told them I’d had my gifts from birth but forgot about them when school aged. Maybe they also forgot?

The end of the dream is hazy. I remember going into a room with the others and stopping myself from saying certain things, things that would reveal I had already graduated. I didn’t want the others to know. At the end, an alarm went off so that we all had to leave quickly. 

Considerations

I think the dream is in response to my thoughts when I woke briefly in the night. I was disappointed at having no dream recall and felt somewhat depressed, missing the days when information was often passed onto me via my dreams. 

The dream theme of returning to school after already graduating is a common one for me. I haven’t had a school themed dream in a while. This one is promising I think. 

The word mensa is curious here. Mensa is an organization of high IQ people but the word itself means “flat” or “table” such as “a central alter or table”. It is also the name of a constellation. It could be that I was thinking of this word in relation to my being in my last learning stage of life but I really don’t know.

The part about me hiding my previous graduation from the others is likely a reflection of how I tend to hide my true self from others. I keep my guard up and don’t let anyone get too close. I’ve embarrassed myself one too many times.