Language Classes, 10/14

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Dream has wheeled a large-screen TV into the classroom, and stocked a table up front with sodas, popcorn, Twizzlers, Milk Duds and M&Ms.

We're watching movies in class today -- or as much of them as we can before class ends. Classics students, enjoy Gladiator. Languages of Asia students, you're watching Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. We'll finish both films next week.

Help yourselves to the snacks at front. And if you fall asleep ... I reserve the right to pay special attention.

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Re: Classics, 10/14

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Sam signs in and watches the movie. She can't help remembering how Daniel Butthead critiqued the costumes and historical inaccuracies when the movie first came out. Bored by Daniel's Butthead's imaginary critique, she dozes off.

Re: Classics, 10/14

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Dream pauses by Sam's desk and, briefly, and so lightly as to not wake her, places a hand on her shoulder. He manifests inside her dream.

Re: Classics, 10/14

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Sam is standing at the end of a row of freshly dug graves. Two of them are still empty. Three of the graves are full and have headstones already, but she can't read them--they're in a language she doesn't recognize.

Re: Classics, 10/14

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Seeing this, Dream hangs back. He had thought to try to be whimsical, to manipulate the Dreaming to return the students to class, but this ... reminds him why he doesn't do whimsical. Instead, he causes a rosebush to bloom at the foot of each grave.

My sister might be able to help you, he says, softly, allowing himself to fade into the background of the dream. He is there if Sam wishes to talk, but if not, she will feel alone with her grief.

Re: Classics, 10/14

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Sam walks forward towards the blooming rosebushes, bending down to sniff their scent. It smells of springtime and fresh dirt and rebirth. Somehow, this makes her even sadder.

She stands in front of the graves, feeling the cold wind blow through her hair, and lets the tears flow down her cheeks.