Tuesday, May 09, 2006

whoa...

it was my first day at work.

i was teaching a bunch of grade three's. it was another crazy day. the commute was crazy.

i was sitting alone in the staff room. i loved being alone.

my cell phone rang. it was my friend bob. he was looking for his posters. i had them kept in a school storage room.

i kept him on the line while i went down to storage room to check on his posters. the floor tiles were arranged in a black and white checkered pattern. the floor was shiny and squeaked under my shoes. i hated squeaky floors...

i found the posters rolled up in a tube. i took a seat on a wooden crate, facing the storage room's dark wooden door, as i continued my conversation with bob.

the radiator beside the door bursted into flames. i ran out of the room and down the hall.

i yelled at a kid, "fire!!! get the hell outta here."

the kid thought i was joking.

the fire alarm was blaring now. i looked behind me. there were six kids, dressed in light brown uniforms, clipboards in hand, going from room to room. behind them the hall was filling rapidly with a cappucino-colored foamy goo.

i awoke from my slumber. it was another strange dream.

i usually don't attach much importance to the significance of dreams but i couldn't help but wonder about what this one was trying to tell me...

2 comments:

dean said...

At least you didn't trample the kids in order to save your own life. That'd be worth some analysis.

Dillan said...

(In my best german accent) Before I can analyse your dream, tell me about your mother.