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Suddenly bein' miles away.
Your nuke type dream has a hopeful ending, that's unusual, as far as my small research into the matter has gone just by askin' various folk over the years, or them volunteering their dreams to me.
I've often had dreams in which I am in an ambiguous rôle of being both student at my own high school while also being a teacher there. My age in the dream is around thirty (younger than my actual 57 years), and I KNOW I'm too old to be a student. I never enter a classroom; my dream takes me through the walls of the building and up overhead, farther than 30 meters, and there I ask myself why am I not down below. When my descent is complete, I am in East Oakland, about fifteen miles from Berkeley High School. I am then confronted with the difficulty of walking or finding my way by hitch-hiking back to Berkeley. Then I wake up.
I call this the "Getting Far from Home Dream".
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