Dream Journal : The Leadership Academy #8
Hello, how are you doing? it’s been a long time, now i come back to make a dream journal. This time, it’s kind of interesting. But honestly, i don’t remember much, i always wonder is it just me, or dream is always like a few seconds to few minutes? Because i never remember anything much of a dream, and sometimes just different pieces of dreams.
Last night, or i don’t know maybe this morning, i dreamt that i join something like Sampoerna Academy. If you’re indonesian, you must’ve known this famous academy. So, it was something like a short camp, but it was indoor. We’ll be trained not only academic stuffs but also leadership. Anyway, the subjects were the same like what i’m studying at the uni, statistics. My friend Akbar from Computation of Statistics was also there, but in different class like IRL. We talked few things about college subjects, and a friend of him asked about some textbooks of Basis Data (Database). Then his role was done.
There were two young teachers (and/or coach i don’t know) in our class, a young man and a young lady. I think they both are at their 25-30s? It was an open class by the way, we were studying at a hall, the paint was gold and there were wood furnitures i guess, and the interior somehow looked like Javanese “Pendopo” with chairs for students (you can google that if you don’t know what pendopo is). We were told to be obey to the leader which was the male teacher (who was tan with athletic body wearing a pair of jeans and white longsleeve shirt), i felt like it was something similar to military. We were told to obey the leader, but on the other side, we had to lead ourselves and even others when needed.
We all grabbed a partitur of Come O Love by Stephen Carlson, and so did me. I remember i was scolded by the male teacher when i did something wrong after we sang the song, but i can’t remember what was it, then i went back to my group. And again, we were told not to do this, not to do that, as he left the class and went around the other classes.
After he left, i went around the class because i forgot where i left my musical sheet, and woooooo, there he came with rage, then scolded me, told me i have to do 90 sit ups and that i was gonna be dropped out from the camp. So i sat and grabbed his white shirt, i could see his skin was way darker compared to the shirt, and begged him to forgive me and kept me here. I said i was so wrong, now i knew that i was wrong and promise not to do that again.
He looked calm, then brought me to the other teacher. Then i said to her, “but i was just looking for my partitur, that’s all, i didn’t meant to break the rules.” Then she laughed and said “partitur? Hahaha like Mr Alvin would care (about the partitur),”, but honestly she was friendly, and treated me like a sister. She caressed my forehead, and told me to breathe. Woah, i could hardly breathing. I said to her i couldn’t breathe, but then she said that it was interesting, and i was interesting.Then a few moments after that, i tried to tell her how to break the spell and breathe normally but apparently i’ve taken breathe normally. And that’s the sudden end of my dream.
Saturday, March 18th, 2017. 8:25am Indonesia
