So, I Had This Dream

 

Last week, I had a dream.  In this dream, I was walking through a field.  Scattered throughout the field were dirt mounds, kind of like big anthills.  Except these weren’t anthills, they were hornet’s nests.  Yellow jackets.  Whatever you want to call them.  I was trying to make my way through this field without getting stung.  At one point, I lost one of my shoes, a green clog.  I’m standing in the field flamingo-like, on one leg, the other leg bent, my foot pressed against my thigh.  A fellow teacher, B.C. walks up and I ask her to help me look for my clog.  She looks down and says, “But they are the same color as the grass, we’ll never find it.”

I lift my head up and glare at her.  And then I woke up.  Really, I think the anger woke me up.  My first coherent thought was, “Thanks B.C., way to state the obvious.”

I get to school and I’m telling another teacher M.B. about the dream.  She, ever so helpfully, sends me a link explaining what all these things mean.  (She is the same teacher, who will post the following status on FB, “You had one eye in the mirror as you watched yourself gavotte.” Forcing you to play “Your So Vain” in a never ending loop in your mind the rest of the day). 

So, apparently my dream means:  evil, anger and negative feelings on a long, arduous, laborious journey.

Lovely.

I hope tonight that I dream of butterflies and rainbows and unicorns.