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Last night's strangest and most vivid dream was set in a work-related situation, though most of its elements were unlike real life. I actually work in a residential facility for elderly people with dementia, but in this dream I was in charge of food service in an academic facility for autistic boys, a sort of boarding school designed for the education of boys from all over the autism spectrum. I'm not sure why girls were excluded (other than maybe just because they're not as often autistic), but this was specifically a boys' school, and I even remember seeing an old tarnished bronze plate on a brick building it identifying it in some sort of Deco lettering as THE SCHOOL FOR AUTISTIC BOYS EST. 1944.
While the dream was focused mostly around me rushing to get a lunch prepared for everyone (recurring dream theme: I have a lot of cooking to do, and started way too late on it), I was constantly being asked by the head master, former President George HW Bush, to intervene in various situations where the boys were not getting along with each other or their teachers. Now here's the weirdest thing: I understood that the main reason that I was considered well-suited to work in this school is because my own Asperger's syndrome somehow makes me good at solving problems with these kids. I don't believe that I actually have Asperger's in real life, though whenever I hear it described, it does sound a bit like me, and actually a LOT like me when I was a kid. But anyway, I did have this characteristic in the dream and it was like some kind of superpower. I was able to approach a scene of distress, two of these students fighting with each other, and somehow magically smooth away all their anxiety by just passing a hand over their foreheads or tousling their hair. It was literally by touch that I could make things calm again, and this was somehow a characteristic of my own high-functioning autism. I was like one of the X-men, with my mutant power being the ability to make autistic kids calm down.
Also, headmaster George HW Bush had his office in small detached building which for some reason had its windows draped with Soviet flags. That's about all I remember.
While the dream was focused mostly around me rushing to get a lunch prepared for everyone (recurring dream theme: I have a lot of cooking to do, and started way too late on it), I was constantly being asked by the head master, former President George HW Bush, to intervene in various situations where the boys were not getting along with each other or their teachers. Now here's the weirdest thing: I understood that the main reason that I was considered well-suited to work in this school is because my own Asperger's syndrome somehow makes me good at solving problems with these kids. I don't believe that I actually have Asperger's in real life, though whenever I hear it described, it does sound a bit like me, and actually a LOT like me when I was a kid. But anyway, I did have this characteristic in the dream and it was like some kind of superpower. I was able to approach a scene of distress, two of these students fighting with each other, and somehow magically smooth away all their anxiety by just passing a hand over their foreheads or tousling their hair. It was literally by touch that I could make things calm again, and this was somehow a characteristic of my own high-functioning autism. I was like one of the X-men, with my mutant power being the ability to make autistic kids calm down.
Also, headmaster George HW Bush had his office in small detached building which for some reason had its windows draped with Soviet flags. That's about all I remember.
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