April 24, 2025

I had a dream last night that I can’t stop thinking about. It was one of those weird, vivid dreams that felt more like a memory than something created by my subconscious. The dream took place in Las Vegas—yes, Las Vegas—and for some reason, I was there with my former special ed class.

We were at Caesars Palace, but it wasn’t like the actual Caesars Palace you think of. This place was a strange hybrid of a meeting space and the Colosseum theater. It was massive, but it felt oddly intimate at the same time. I remember walking into this grand, open area with a group of people, feeling both excited and a little disoriented. The place had a lot of history, yet there was something so surreal about being there in my dream.

I don’t know how we ended up there or why I was with my old class, but there we were, sitting together in a circle in the middle of this vast space. I tried to get up to buy something in the gift shop nearby, and I’ll be honest, I had no real reason to go other than the fact that I just wanted to browse. Maybe I was a little distracted, but the moment I stood up, my teacher—who was there, too—kept shushing me. Over and over again. Every time I made a move to leave the circle, she shushed me.

I remember feeling really confused and embarrassed. I wasn’t doing anything disruptive. I wasn’t talking, I wasn’t causing a scene—I just wanted to buy a souvenir. But she kept telling me to sit down, telling me I was being “disruptive” as I stood there with this weird, sinking feeling in my stomach. It was such a bizarre and frustrating experience. Why was I being treated like that? And why was it happening in the middle of a dream, of all places?

It’s one of those dreams that sticks with you long after you wake up. I’ve been trying to unpack it all day, wondering what it could mean. Maybe it’s some kind of lingering feeling of being misunderstood, or perhaps it’s my subconscious dealing with the need to break free of certain restrictions in life. Either way, it was an experience that felt oddly real, even though it was just a dream.

I don’t even know if there’s any deeper meaning to it, but I can’t shake that image of standing there in the middle of Caesars Palace, wanting something so simple but being constantly shushed for it. It’s funny how dreams can bring up feelings from the past, even when they’re set in such an odd context.

Author: Jason Miller