I'm at school, and it's the final day. I can't get everything done in time. There are kids trying to take their tests, there are kids throwing bricks through car windows on the faculty lot, there are teachers and students shooting at each other. I can't believe all the things I have to pack up and take home: books, coffee maker, microwave, toys, supplies, lamps.
In the dream the elementary side of my school is in a large medieval stone tower, and suddenly it tilts over and falls to the ground. I burst into another teacher's room and out the window in order to start trying to help any survivors. I climb into a window and begin picking up toddlers and carrying them out one by one when I wake up jazzed and stressed out.
2 comments:
You made it. Have you ever read How To Survive In Your Native Land?
No I haven't. Thanks for the recommendation, however. I'm going to add it to my nightstand stack.
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