Reassigned to the High School

        I dreamed I went back to work at my old High School (Where I did work for 11 years.) I returned in much the same fashion as I left, no notice, just “report here, your jobsite has been changed, call if you need help moving your office.” I was not prepared for the mess I found my former office in (given that the former office doesn’t exist, that’s not a surprise.) I was fortunate that I happened to be wearing the school’s colors for it was also the first day of registration and the place was crawling with students. I went to the staff meeting; there were a large number of folks who were quite happy to see me, as I was to see them. I suddenly felt like I was not quite home again, and things would never feel quite the same way as before.

        I think knowing that I could be reassigned on a whim was going to always be part of my experience here. While I was glad to be back, I told the drama teacher that I would not be working 16 hour days like I had in the past. I would be glad to help out, but I wasn’t that young any more, and had gotten used to getting a full 8 hours of sleep each night.

        The dream was non-surreal, normal seeming, I almost couldn’t tell I was dreaming dream. If the layout of the site had actually matched the layout after the recent renovations, I might have never figured out I was dreaming. The fact that the old office existed, full of junked computers and old monitors, was enough to flag the experience as a dream early on. Still, I let the dream play out, anxiety and joy mixed, reality and desire warped into a pleasant alternate reality for a few minutes.

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