Dreams

I continually have dreams in which I am the victim of some crime.  I don’t know why.  Last night I worked concessions during the 7th/8th grade girls’ basketball game (halftimes and between games) and did the score book during the game.  It was quite exhausting.  Anyway, in my dream, I was working the consession counter when a man came up to me and asked if I worked at the school.  I said yes, thinking this was a parent from the other team.  He asked if he could talk to me and I followed him to the far side of the cafeteria.  He was standing with his back to the crowd and I was facing them.  He lifted a gun out of the front of his jacket and said, “I want the money box from the concessions and the money box from the front door.  Don’t try anything stupid.”  I walked to the front door, got the money box (much to the confusion of the person working)  and then went to the concession stand and took that money box.  From behind me the man whispered, “Now, walk out to the parking lot, I’ll take the boxes, and you can go on with your night.”  As we walked to the door, I saw our athletic director and tried to convey with my eyes that I needed help.  Then I woke up.

There was another dream, but I have a class now – and it didn’t involve a crime, but still no less odd.