No. I didn't sail away to China in a little row boat to find you.
Nope. I was at work. My student teacher was there. Interesting because she was supposed to move to another school. I was trying to get my class back into my routine (aka, under control). It was a disaster. Kids were everywhere and my former student teacher was killing my classroom management. Just chaos. Kids were out of their seats. There was a convention of some sort behind my desk--huge no-no. I don't allow anyone behind my desk.
And then my old high school principal walked in and took a seat. He was there to observe. Why? How should I know? Just because it was my dream doesn't mean that I have any sense of what was really happening.
Next thing I knew my dad was calling my name. He walked in to ask if I had some medicine.
OK, so those last 2 lines weren't part of the dream. That's what I woke up to. . .my mom was sick and needed some medicine. Since we were at the lake the girls and I were all bunked up in one room and poor Dad wasn't sure which bed I was in. So he had to wake us all up.
No harm, no fowl.
Except I didn't have any medicine to help my mom. All of us girls were awake. And Dad had to make a trip to the truck stop down the road to try to find some meds for Mom.
Yeah, that still sounds like part of the dream doens't it?
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