In my dreams, I teach science with a slinky

Oh dear. Waking up from a dream in which I was a teacher is bad enough, but the fact that I was teaching some sort of science? So far from reality I can't even tell you.

So in this dream, I remember driving up to a school that was new, but yet, sort of run down. And the woman taking me to my classroom leads me down a flight of stairs, then around a corner, then into an elevator that takes us up one floor and then tells me the next elevator is around the corner, but I just skip it because it seems too weird and walk up the rest of the stairs. Seriously. It was like the Winchester School of Mystery Elevators.

I get to the classroom and it's clearly a room built for science, with lab tables and beakers and such, and so I look around a bit before the kids show up, and then they come. And they're smallish - maybe 4th or 5th grade I'd guess, and I literally have no idea what I'm doing. So I devise an ice breaker wherein I ask them to say their name, what their favorite part of summer was and what they're most looking forward to in school. And it starts off okay, but then more kids come, and soon there aren't enough places to sit, and I'm highly annoyed by it, but the kids keep talking, saying their nams, etc. and soon it all evens out. I single out one boy to work on a solo project and it keeps him occupied throughout the dream. I have no idea what he was doing, but there were all sorts of things in a giant sink and he was completely engaged - I guess that's a good thing, right?

At one point, another teacher shows up - an older man who is clearly experienced and entertained by my level of newness. He pulls out a slinky - yes. A slinky. And puts it next to a tape recorder which also amplifies its sound. And so we all hear the slinky movement as it walks back and forth. But I don't seem to approve and go dig in my locker - oh yes, I had a locker - and find a purple plastic slinky instead. I suppose that would actually be called a spring coil since slinky is really a brand name, but I digress. I bring the man the plastic slinky and amazingly, it makes the sound I was looking for. Yeah. It makes no sense to me either.

For some reason, I leave the classroom and go down the hall where I'm suddenly in a living room of some sort, and it appears to be that of my parents or grandparents, and my grandmother is there looking at pictures and random collectibles sitting on some circa 1974 glass shelves. And she's really sad, but when my mom asks her why, she can't say. And then I'm back in the classroom and suddenly there's no power. And I open the door and realize that there's some sort of fire alarm but we didn't hear it in our room. So I tell everyone to get in line and we proceed to leave the room. But then a few minutes later we're back and kids are just sitting around - in desks, not at the lab tables, which appear to have gone by the wayside - waiting for me to dismiss them, only they're older now, but very patient...like they've been waiting a long time for me to say it's okay to go. So I tell them they can leave, and then, I wake up.

Really? Really???? 

I took science in junior high and high school, and some of it I really enjoyed...Mr. Vasek's Physics class, Mr. Abelson's Chemistry class...but as a general rule, science and I do not mix. And teaching? Oh good grief. That is never something I wanted to do. I admire teachers and have several friends that are teachers. Never would I want to be one. 

So no idea where this dream came from. I recall falling asleep watching A Knight's Tale, so I can't imagine this seeped in from that. If I'd been watching Weird Science, I could totally understand. 

Ah well...there it is...another look at the land of crazy that my brain resides in...