Printing dreams.
Another dream I had a while ago. I wrote these ones down.
I’m at school, university to be exact, where my computer and printer are stationed outside on a rooftop. I have preprinted copies of my resume in a large stack next to my workstation. They got dirty for some reason, probably being blown around then getting picked back up again. It looks like someone tried to trim the edges so they would look new and clean, but didn’t do a very good job.
Somehow at this same school, there was also a dance class, where there was a performance going on, and had children doing a routine for a demonstration. And a part of the demonstration included kids moving around on what seemed to be wheels (gliding without actually moving parts of their body) and standing while making dolls dance by holding the doll’s hips and moving them around.
