Tuesday, July 5, 2011

My Brain is Too Busy

Dream 1: My school has found a new site and we've moved in. It's a beautiful brick, turn of the century, industrial building full of cast iron spiral staircases, but it's in a terrible neighborhood. On my way to my car after school, I get shot multiple times in the gut. I know I'm going to die. When I wake up, I have stomach cramps.
Dream 2: A group of my students (a family of 6) are still waiting to be picked up after school. It's 6pm, dark, and raining. I look outside to see a car pull up, but instead see a water buffalo snorting on the window. He crashes through the wall, the building topples like a card house. I jump from roof to roof while he chases me.
Dream 3: I miss a staff meeting because state testing went long. My boss is mad at me and all the other staff grumble that I think I'm too important to have to go to meetings. I wake up, not sure if it's a dream. In my dream, I call my co-worker who confirms that it really happened and I'm in big trouble.
Dream 4: My daughter's biological mother is getting out of prison and wants to challenge the adoption. It is a legal battle involving me clutching my five year old and sobbing.  When I wake up from this one, I have to go through my memories of pregnancy and child birth to confirm that she was not adopted and it was just a dream.
Dream 5: I'm in a car and I can't seem to step on the brakes (this dream happens frequently).

Needless to say, I did not sleep well. My mind needs to sort something out -- most of it to do w/school, apparently. Tonight I may take NyQuil (TM).

Now, I'm off to my own little dream world where Jane and Percy find each other in the wood beyond the Mayday bonfire.


lindsay said...

YOu should try your hand at a few flash fiction contests - each one of your dreams would make a good one! Great seeing you yesterday...thanks so much!

Michelle Bledsoe said...

Oh man, I have the car dream all the time...lol
My other dreams involve being back at old jobs, but knowing in the dream that I don't work there anymore. Needless to say I am very tired in the mornings.

Raquel Byrnes said...

I don't think you're getting enough sugar. Have some cookies and call me. I'm up all hours anyway.

I like the flash fiction idea. That sounds cathartic, actually. I used to think that if I wrote down my nightmares they would be trapped on the paper.

Can't tell you how many times I set off the fire alarm burning those babies in the trash can.

Hope you sleep better.

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