October 22, 2012

• Dream Entry

       I called Miss Carolyn and asked if she would like to help with my school, now that I was really up and running.  I thought it would be good for her.  I would let her teach a few classes and make a little money.  I guess I was wrong.  I realize she was my former boss, but the school has my name on it.  She can't pick those songs.  They have nothing to do with the theme for recital.  Then she has the nerve to change my choreography!  And make me teach it!  She's taking the money from the students.  No.  

       But I guess I will let it happen.  I'm busy with my own drama.  Keeping my affair a secret is growing difficult.  If she were to find out, it would put the whole project at risk.  I won't have a job at all if we are found out.  We are getting less and less careful.  Ashley will hate me when she finds out I'm sleeping with her husband.  Why did Miss Carolyn schedule a meeting in the office tonight?   They are all right through the next door.  We dare not leave for fear of them hearing us.  They must have seen my car.  I'll have to go in.  It was dark. The only light from a TV screen.  Then I felt his hands encircle me.  He was giving us away. It all happened so fast.  There were screams and accusations thrown at me.  Ashley was the ring leader and together they threw me out of the sky door.  

       As I fell, I was most upset that Miss Carolyn would screw up all my beautiful recital plans.  My beautiful Spanish ballet!   How could I have done this to myself.  

   

   

   

  Now, in truth Miss Carolyn would never impose.  But my dream Miss Carolyn was so similar to the real life one, that it was disturbing.  Also, in real life I don't think I would put up much of a fight if someone were to start taking over at the school.  I'm a little discouraged.  In my dream I fought not making the decisions, but I'm tired of making the decisions.   Right now it seems to not be worth it.  So why the dream?  I guess in my unconscious I do want it.  It's mine.  The only thing that is just mine.  And the affair.  Well, I'm lacking in that area of my life.  So my dreams must be over compensating with a little too much excitement.  I blame the books I read for the lynch mob and the sky door.  

  Leah K.

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