Terrorists in the UN

First, two nights ago I had a disturbing dream, which I chose not to include here. It wasn't one of those dreams where you wake up crying or shoot up in bed gasping for air. I killed someone in the dream, and I was so shocked by it, I didn't remember the actual event in the dream. Then I was attacked by two others who knew the deceased (who magically reappeared later in the dream. "I'm getting better..."). It was one of those very real, very scary dreams, so I decided not to recount all the details.

LAST night, though, I had a pretty special dream about trying to stop terrorists. I dreamed that I was back at my HS, both teaching there and attending classes. I've had dreams like this for years - "Yes, you've got several degrees and you're able to teach, but while you were here you missed that one class you needed to graduate. So now you have to take it to make everything you do valid." Very weird.

Anyway, I was back at LA and attending classes. After a day or so of them, I found out there were terrorists in the UN. I think I was hanging out in the office before first period one day, and with three quarters in my pocket, I came up with an ingenious plan to sneak in and kill the terrorists. I don't remember why the quarters were important, I just remember checking over and over to make sure two of them were there.

So my ingenious plan was to enlist. With the UN. I kept saying in the dream, "I didn't know you could do that." And yet I was trying. And one of my students/classmates was trying with me. She told the front desk man that her husband was overseas and he couldn't call her, but maybe she could call him from there. I don't know why. Maybe this was a distraction technique. The problem was that she had to go back to class because we were late to first period and Mr. Etter was going to be mad.

I couldn't get in to see a recruiter that morning, so I had to make an appointment for later and hope that my plan had not been suspected. It may have even been the UN recruiters who were the terrorists. I'm not sure now. The armed forces (plus UN) recruitment offices were on the HS campus, btw. And my "married" student/classmate was a teenager...I think.

After I failed there, I walked back to class only I got lost. I ended up going to the trailers where my second period class was. I had an orange and a red plum and gave them to my teacher when I realized my mistake. As I Was running off to the right class, I yelled behind me that she could have either but only half because I promised I would split them with my boyfriend.

I made it to the right class, and thankfully someone had told Mr. Etter why I was late, so I didn't need a tardy slip. He told me I needed to find someone to pair up with to do the assignment. I looked at the first girls work and didn't understand what was going on. It was just a list of series of numbers in parentheses. For some reason I didn't want to work with this poor girl in the front (I still feel bad about that), so I found another girl in the back to work with. I woke up before I had to figure out what the assignment was thank goodness.