Dream Story: Romance & Escalators

So a friend of mine has some occasional blog entries with dreams that she has had. Literal dreams. Very rarely do I remember my dreams, but I told myself, “Self, if you happen to remember one, write it down.”

It was a weird one. But I told myself I would.  So that’s what I’m doing.

I was going to teach my pronunciation and phonetics course. In my hands I carried a lesson plan and a romance novel. I had an entire lesson planned, talking about vowel sounds, the international phonetic alphabet, and activities for them to do. I got to class and instead chose to read to them from the romance novel [mind you, I’ve never read a romance novel in my life…]. The class began with them fully engaged, but as fifteen, thirty, forty minutes passed they lost interest, throwing paper planes and texting on their phones. Even though I was aware of this I didn’t stop them or try to get their attention… I just kept reading. The bell sounded for a 5-minute break and something snapped in me, remembering the original lesson plan that was prepared.

“Class”, I said, “use this 5 minutes to prepare. When I come back, you’re going to have a little quiz”. And with that I darted out of the room.

I “remembered” that I had left their quizzes and their homework on my desk in the office. I was running down the hall to grab it, but my legs were an extra twenty pounds heavier. No matter how long of strides that I took, I couldn’t seem to reach the office. I tried to take a different route. I hung right. Instead of the corridor that is usually there, I entered a shopping mall, complete with people of all ethnicities, ages, and languages. I had to get to the office. I rounded corners, dodging babies in strollers and people with bulging bags.

I came to an escalator. Something in me told me that what I really wanted was so close. Something familiar and something that I needed was nearby. I quickly glanced all around, frantic, and hoping to find it. I wasn’t satisfied. In a panic I hopped on the escalator going down. I rode it for a long long time. Getting impatient, I began charging down, hopping over babies and diaper bags. I was still in the mall, so I chose an ally of stores to pursue. As I kept looking the crowd became less and less dense. I came upon my team leader, Dan, who was window shopping at what seemed to be a medieval sorcery store [which, if you know Dan, is not surprising at all.]. Panting and weak-legged I asked him in a super desperate manor “Dan, where is God?”

Super casually, Dan pointed upstairs. “Oh Kayla, you just missed Him. If you go up the escalator and hang right, His place is right on the end of the hallway.”

…and then I woke up.