A dream about a haunted house. I was telling my friend Shana that it's the most haunted house I've ever lived in. She had a room down the hall. It really upset her and she wanted me to sleep in her room with her. It was one of those huge houses with lots of rooms, and there were only three people living there. In the basement was a labyrinth of stairs and doors, a confused cluster of passageways. I never ventured down there alone.
In the next part of the dream, I was in a lit class and realized I had put off reading some book by Charles Dickens because it bored me so awfully. It was that sinking feeling where I knew I didn't have the paper and I was going to fail the class. And the instructor was Ana, the head of the bilingual program in the school I work in. She was so tall and intimidating.
