Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt asks us to write a poem based on an image from a dream, something I already do quite often since I am one of those people who remembers their dreams in the morning.
I tried to write about a dream I had last night, in which my best friend who used to be my boss observes me teaching and then tells me what a bad job I’m doing. This has never happened in real life! She was (and likely still is) an extremely supportive and empowering supervisor. Except in my dreams, where she’s all criticism and paperwork and long sighs expressing her immense disappointment.
I dream these dreams quite often, and they always involve a bizarre classroom environment or an incredibly long journey to a desk located in a shared office. Sometimes the office is in a strip mall. Once I couldn’t even get to my office on an upper level because the building only had escalators running in the opposite direction.
I dream strange dreams, my friend. You can read my poem for today below. I couldn’t think of the right title, so if you have any ideas, let me know!