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Classroom 3

Circle of a Mystery

By Gabriel ShamesPublished about 19 hours ago 2 min read

I had a dream I was at some outdoor symposium — no, multi-symposium event —where there were different areas throughout the day where different things were being taught.

Most of these groupings were separated only by a large circle painted onto an expansive blacktop.

It was unlike anything I’ve seen in real life, but it shouldn’t be.

I was trying to find out where I would go, and to learn about what, next. I also knew friends of mine were milling about the crowds.

I wondered if I should find some of them first, and be guided by where they were going.

Where would they go?

What would they want to learn?

Out of the blue, a group of four or five start yelling an announcement.

Cut through the noise and the wind, they let us know there was a very special presentation about to begin.

We wouldn’t want to miss it…

It was about some of the biggest truths in the Universe!

They called out to follow them

Follow them…

Follow them to Classroom 3.

Classroom 3, they yelled…

Classroom 3!

I knew it couldn’t be an actual classroom, like indoors,

Looking around, I wouldn’t even know how to get indoors.

So the circles, the circles that surrounded and separated the learning groups…

Those must be classrooms!

So I go forward,

I march forward,

I’m pulled forward…

To somewhere I can’t see yet. Even surrounded by a flat, black surface on all sides.

Those who yelled did so again — for others to hear — as a subset of us formed a procession following behind.

We started calling out to others we were passing. I called along with them: two words that were both a message and a plea:

Classroom 3.

I woke up right after yelling it for about the 10th time…

Woke up with it echoing in my head and reverberating from my lips.

As I re-acclimated to the real world…

As the focus of my physical eyes came back…

I didn’t have to think long about what it meant.

It just … came to me.

Classroom 3

Not a classroom contained by walls. And 3… like the 3rd planet, the 3 dimensions of space.

Don’t you see? We all live in Classroom 3!

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About the Creator

Gabriel Shames

I’m an east coast American, interested in writing poetry and fiction as long as I can remember. I took a test in 4th grade where they told me I wrote creatively at a college level!

Hope you enjoy reading as much I as I do creating ❣️

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