Nightmares
I had two nightmares last night, back to back!
The first one was about the Black history program. I know it is symptomatic of my lack of control over it. I started planning the program back in December. The guest speaker was a friend of Dr. King’s and will be speaking about King’s last moments. It started out fairly simple. The choir would sing, the band would play and we’d have student jembe performers and some steppers from a local college. All of this would be spliced with students making short speeches (30 sec) about famous black leaders and groups.
When we came back to school from Christmas Break, Student Council Matron, had seen some Jembe performers (dancers and drummers). She said she had a relationship with the leader. She wanted them to come and do a presentation on Kwanza. She said it was really powerful. I thought, “Cool.” She came back saying that they charged $1200 for the performance. She would try to talk them down. A few days later, she said they would charge $300. I’m still not happy with the price b/c we are paying $300 for TWENTY MINUTES! She really wants it and she’s already talked to Principal. Well, I asked her for his number b/c I’d like to talk with him about it. I need to know what type of equipment he needs, how many performers, confirm times, you know all of the typical stuff. Remember, I’m the organizer–its my job. She got very frustrated with me and told me “Let me do the talking to him. I KNOW HIM!” Now, this makes me suspicious. . . .so, all of this is going on in my head and I have a nightmare last night:
I dreamed that we were having the Black History Month program and it was poorly organized. Poooorly organized. The kids were talking throughout. The mics were not working. The people did not show up. It was just falling apart. I sat down in a chair and sighed, saying: “This IS NOT my fault. She did this”
Really, this dream is about a lack of control . . . and how unsure I am about her contact with this man and the price. Our guest speaker isn’t EVEN charging. It is a school. It is a bunch of teenagers. And this just doesn’t feel right to me.
So, the second nightmare a few hours later in the night:
I dream I am running from someone who has kidnapped me. I fight and fight and fight. I use one of their trucks to run away. They get in a Black SUV and chase me all around town. It does not matter how many red lights I run or how many turns I make without them, they are still within range of me. I can’t figure out HOW they are able to chase me like this. I realize that they have GPS in the truck I’m driving and that is why they are able to catch up to me. So, I decide that I’ll have to abandon the truck and go on foot. I arrive at an elderly ladies house. It is at this house that I strip down all of my clothes–maybe there is GPS in the clothes, too or could have they put one in my body? Anyway, I am climbing on top of the roof and in and out of windows in a neighborhood. Meanwhile, the old lady is fending off people at the door by pretending to be crazy and not know what the men are talking about.
I wake up abruptly. When I awakened in my mind was thinking, “run, run, run.” I don’t know WHAT this dream means! *sigh*
Insomnia Madness | Miss Teacha | 
January 21, 2010 5:40 am
