Dream

[fairyguts]

I was in the middle of a dream, running around an empty building when its jarringly interrupted. Now I'm sitting at my desk at Gaston, the room looks like it always does, there's some techno playing softly and one of my 1st grade students is standing in front of me. He's got a red polo shirt on and his face is clean (for once). He just smiles at me and says "Richard is dead." And I jerk awake.

I'm writing it down because it sort of felt prophetic and I wanted to document it before it really happened ... just in case.

11/19/08: Nobody died. False alarm.