There was another dream that I want to write before the details slip further way.

I was a teacher, though I don’t remember what I as teaching. I was my current age. So, I was young in comparison to what most people would expect.

I remember there was one student, a girl. We were on a break, waiting for class to start back again.

Her and a boy were sitting at the desk in front of the room. Rows of desks stretching out before them. I had come back into the room and instead of walking to them I sat in a desk in the back of the room, putting my head down and resting before the class started again.

The girl leaned over and whispered to a boy next t her, but I could hear her clearly, as if she were talking directly to me.

She said that I seemed so quiet. That I kept to myself and seemed lonely.

The scene changed and I was in the building where all of our offices are. But it was different.

It was a two-story building now. I was with my class, and we were there to help celebrate something. Ken, one of my bosses, helped work on a project that got an Emmy and we where here as a way to congratulate him.

We all sat around tables that are normally used for meetings and we were clapping and smiling. Sincerely happy in his accomplishment.

There was another person there. A woman, who was trying to get to a presentation. She was following a student who was supposed to be her guide. They had been told that this was the presentation they were looking for. But it wasn’t.

The guide called someone, and was told that the correct presentation was being held in the hotel. Which for the record, we don’t have a hotel. They weren’t smiling or congratulating anyone. The woman was irritated.

The two of them rushed off to get to the other location in time.

Which left my class, sitting around, board. The faculty had broken off into small groups and were chatting, not really engaging with the students, which was making us feel out of place.

Off to the side there was a food bar set up. Some of my students got up and went over to look at it. None of the food was free though.

I got up from the table and walked over to them. Curious and wanting to feel like I was part of a group, not the awkward outsider. My co-workers weren’t socializing with me, and neither were the students.

I wanted to feel like I belonged somewhere in the room.

One of the students made a comment about how high the prices were. That $10 for hot coco was ridiculous as he stormed off.

But it wasn’t a cup of hot coco that they were selling. It was a jar of the powder mix.

They were selling gift things that you could buy for Christmas. I thought the price was fair for what they were selling. But that was only because I had realized that it wasn’t the cup like everyone expected.

I was hungry. This meeting / celebration had cut into my lunch break. We were already 20 minutes into the break. That was half of my time, gone, and I still hadn’t found something to eat, or eaten it yet. We still had to get back to the classroom, too.

I looked out the window and saw on of the food trucks that are sometimes on campus. It is bright red, so it’s hard to miss.

In real life it serves hibachi. Noodles, rice, veggies, some meats. I’ve only had it twice, but both times it was worth the money.

In the dream though it served hot dogs and I was thinking about getting one with chili and cheese. But I didn’t want to spend the money. I wanted work to provide lunch for me.

I wanted work to get lunch for all of the employees. I thought it was fair for all of the hard work we do everyday. The least they could do was show appreciation by providing one of our meals.

Then I woke up.