Dream 1
I stood beside an Hispanic (?) kid in a classroom. We stood by a sink. As I turned (clockwise) away from the sink and toward the kid (who may have been Asian), I saw the kid had a book on Euclid. It was like a Dover book and had a pale blue cover (like the first volume of Dover's Euclid). The book was called The Importance of the Man Who... Something came after the "who," but I didn't read it -- I knew immediately the book was about Euclid.
I showed the kid the book I had in my left hand -- the (second?) volume of Dover's Euclid. The kid was impressed, but he also felt a thankful kinship with me.
Class was beginning. Everybody sat in their desks. I was getting into mine. There were three empty desks.
All the desks in the classroom had two or three specific sheets of paper. I noticed one of the pieces of paper was falling off one of the empty desks. I grabbed the paper just before or after it hit the ground. A thuggish-looking kid with some friends chuckled and said, "He thinks he's God just because he did that."
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