Voices

August 14, 2014 I Shall be so Late! I was a few days into my Fall Placement, and I was super late for my class. School starts at 8:45, so I have to be there at least by 8:00 to help my mentor teacher set up the classroom and get ready for the students; but I did not get there until 9:00, and came in partway during the first day of class. My MT was super nice but disappointed and said she really needed to have me in the class earlier. I was late the next day as well. And the next. My MT was getting angry with me, and said that if I was late one more day she would find a different intern and I would fail my fall placement. I was scared, so I stayed out until it was dark, drinking. I was not DRUNK drunk, but I was tipsy, and waiting for a bus. I felt like I was in Germany again but I know I was not. I accidentally got on the 4 bus, when I need the 2 line. I got off at the next stop, which was not too far away from a stop the 2 line goes to, but the neighborhood was sketchy, and there was a large park on the other side of the road, mostly pitch-black except for a small lit portion near a street lamp. there were three figures under the light, and they started walking toward me. I saw the bus coming, thank goodness, and got on the bus. I thanked the driver, but he was confused. Car Race I was in a car race, which had a scavenger hunt type event at the very end. I met a guy during the race, and he said that I was an important person in his quest to save the world, or something. Okay maybe it was not saving the world. He was writing a song for his son, who had just died at only 6 months old. The lyrics were profoundly inspiring in the dream, but I cannot remember them now. I remember that he had written this song when his son was born, but the lyrics fit for his death as well, with the addition of a simple "goodbye." He needed my voice and the voices of people in a choir I was part of. We were supposed to sing it. And it was so beautiful, and so filled with love, but also so melancholy and full of mourning.