 Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?
"Hi Claudine!" Ash was a little bit busy decorating to see the people passing her, but Ash could see Claudine from her peripheral vision. She peeked at the other girl's decorating. "I like your journal. Very green. Very glittery. Love the snakes." She smiled. It might not have been obvious, but Ash LOVED glitter. It was everything she wished she could be- sparkly, happy, loved. When people thought of glitter, they didn't think "useless." They thought "I need this in my life." Ash wished she was like glitter. Sadly, wearing glittery eyeshadow did not make people like her more.
Was the professor talking? Something about tadpoles and babies. Subtleness? Something like that. Ash doubted there was much subtlety in her dreams. If her brain wanted her to feel something, then it was going to make it OBVIOUS. If she was scared of mirrors, she wouldn't see any pairs of twins or whatever. She would see a mirror. Because she was scared of mirrors, not twins. But whatever. Sure. Maybe the individual variations in her recurring nightmares could tell her something. But she doubted they would tell the future, unless the future was incredibly terrible and involved warped reality. So.
Ash raised her hand. "Do we have to write the dreams? Or can we draw the elements with captions? Also, is this a personal project or are we supposed to turn this in?" Ash felt sure that some people would be faking the project if they thought a teacher would see it. Personally, Ash wouldn't. If someone wanted to see her dreams, then they'd get what they asked for... what they were going to wish they hadn't asked for... but anyway. She had questions. |