
LittleFairy
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The door opens and in comes the teacher it's me. I see myself only different I am more like I am in life. But taller and shorter hair. But blonde. I am the ballet teacher. I or the teacher 'me' starts to take the class. But it's more to do with teaching deportment and grace.
We have a few days on the last day the teacher me ..brings in a leaflet of pictures of us she has brought in.
When I start to look through it becomes an album. I see a friend of mine ..the album comes alive ...she is taking tea and happy with friends in a cafe. I am glad because i had not seen her in years and the last time i did something terrible had happened. I feel moved to tears the dream because I am so happy.
Then it changes ..i am in a hotel lobby sitting on a couch ..not sure what is going on ...suddenly taking to two men ..i don't like them or rather one I don't like. I realize they are talking about traveling. And where they are going next.
I see myself in the reflection ..i am seeing the teacher me ...i look down to see i am now the ballet version me ...and the men are talking saying which hotel they will be staying at next. I start to wonder is this an airport?
I want to leave ...so i stand up ...one the men wants to come with me only he is old and i don't like him ...I tell him someone wants him.
I leave ...