… I got on a boat to heaven. No, not really. I don’t remember my dreams that often, so here’s the one I remember from last night.
So first off, my family (at least my mother) and I were going on a trip. A cruise. And it was the night we left to drive to the dock. But wait, who was going to feed the bunnies? I hadn’t arranged for someone to take care of them. There was also something else that needed to be taken care of before we left.
I was frantic for any way out. Could I find someone at this hour and then arrive at the dock late? Maybe there was some shuttle service for people who missed the boat (yeah right). Maybe I just shouldn’t go.
I was also trying to pin the blame on others for not giving me warning, and I wrote on the whiteboard a note to myself. But looking at the dream in cool light of three hours past dawn, if I didn’t remember to find a bunnysitter, that’s my own dashed fault.
I think the bunny sitter crisis is a stand-in for the current panicky state the teaching assistant scheduling is in. I have no idea what the cruise represents.