I am a teacher at a school. I work with a 10 year old boy on Math. It has something to do with multiplication. I make columns and put problems in them. He turns the paper sideways and works on the problems that way which makes more sense.
I go to my classroom. Alg was around and has decorated the room with all kinds of festive decorations. There is a young woman in the classroom. I tell her I don’t get into putting up decorations, but I love what Alg has done.
There is a delivery of these small teapots and a creamer and sugar bowl. The teapots look like the teapot I have in Green Valley-Japanese style. I decide to have a tea party. I set the table with the teapots and creamer and sugar bowl. I am disorganized. I start to go back and forth to get hot water. There isn’t enough teapots. A young man comes who reminds me of Ted M. when he was young. He brings a few kids from his class. I feel frustrated.
As I am waking up or right before I woke up, I get the tea party all organized and ready before people come. I feel good.
Your dream makes me feel that tea party dreams are big dreams. It reminds me of my dream from 2014 called “Edie the Herbalist”:
“A stooped, dark-haired woman opens the door. She is ancient but exudes a ferocious, electrical charge. I explain the official reason for my visit. She gruffly invites me in for a bit of tea. I have to duck my head to get in the door. She leads me into the kitchen, which is off to the right of the entry hall. We sit across from each other at a small round table, sipping our tea quite awkwardly. I take out my clipboard and start to go through my list of survey questions but she refuses to answer any of them. She stirs her tea silently, energetically, looking directly into my eyes with a dark scowl.”