My first night on yet another retreat-on-an-island I had a very peculiar dream.
I was 14 again and just entered the high school. After about a week or so I came home and sat down with my parents. With an utter calmness and clarity within I announced to them that I have decided to not go back to school anymore. I told them that I realized schooling system was utterly destructive to my well-being, because it was going to kill my spirit, my essence. Since it was now clear to me that the whole aim and the structure of education was directed toward training me to be obedient, flat in mind and in feelings, to adjust to the social structures that were there only to support themselves, I now knew that to continue would be the end of any sort of meaning in my life. Schooling, with its routine of looking for mistakes and imperfectness in students, with threatening and conditioning, would eradicate the creativity within me and infuse me with meaninglessness, degrade me to an ant and have me vanish away. I told them I valued my life too much to throw it away like this, just to become an obedient brick in the wall.
My parents were just listening, no objections, no reactions of any kind, just respectful acceptance. I was speaking with peace, focus, presence and a sense of clear wisdom and knowingness.
And this is also how I felt after waking up. Peaceful, complete, satisfied.
A good dream indeed.