After spending the last five years working in a small town east of my home, two years for one school district and three for another that I very much loved, I am now working for a different district in a small town to the west of my home. I made the change in the hopes that it will lead to career advancement by expanding my network and opening the door to a teaching position that I've been seeking for the last 18 months, to no avail.
A couple weeks before school started I had a few dreams that indicated that I would have some sort of problem in my new district. So much so that I joined a teacher's association, similar to a union, just for an extra layer of protection. School started, dreams stopped, so far - so good.
Last night I dreamed that my special messenger abandoned me. (See The History of My Dreams link at top right for reference.) Surprisingly I'm not as upset by the dream as I would think I would be. Because this messenger is not a part of my daily life, I've often wondered how I would know if death finds them before me. I believe it is just something I will know, something I will feel internally, corporally. Today I woke up at peace. Unlike when my host-dad died in Brasil, I felt it coming for days. For days I was dreading and worrying and knew that something wasn't right. He died suddenly of a heart attack but from a continent away I seemed to have sensed it coming. That was the first time I noticed a prophetic dream.
So last night's dream is concerning but not bothersome. I almost feel a sense of relief, ALMOST. I've known for almost three years that something is coming. It's like hearing the weather forecast a storm and later you see the wind start to pick up and the sky grow dark. It's confirmation of my expectations.
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