Thursday, December 6, 2012


Recently, I had a dream that one of my students was trying to kill me with a bow and arrow.

When I say "one of my students" I mean one of the student tutors who works for me.

And when I say "was trying to kill me with a bow and arrow" I mean he "was trying to kill me with a bow and arrow."

My dream was insanely vivid, right down to the point where I was hiding under my desk and hoping he wouldn't notice.

Thankfully, he didn't shoot me, but instead shot up a bunch of laundry detergent in a convenience store.

Which was weird because I don't work in a convenience store. Nor do I work in the vicinity of one.

And besides, what did the laundry detergent do to him?

The whole thing would have been rather strange, except that weird dreams are sort of the norm for me these days. Which certainly makes sleep a lot more interesting.

I told my friend Jennifer about the dream because she is also one of my student tutors and knows the would-be assassin--

(Wait. Am I important enough to be assassinated?)

--and I knew she would find it really funny. Which she did.

But then, a few days later, I heard a story on the news that stopped me in my tracks. I immediately reached for my phone and texted Jennifer:

Me: Remember when I told you about that dream about (Student) trying to kill me with a bow and arrow?
Jennifer: Lol how could I forget?
Me: Well, the crazy thing is that this morning on a college campus in Wyoming, 3 people were murdered with a bow and arrow.
Jennifer: Omg! What the hell is wrong with people? So what do you think this means?
Me: That I'm psycho?
Jennifer: Omg stop! You are not! Ooooo maybe you should get one of those shows like Miss Cleo.
Me: I totally should.
Jennifer: But you gotta have a really terrible fake accent!
Me: Of course. Let's see...the Jamaican thing's been done. How about Greek?
Jennifer: That would be AWESOME!
Me: I could wear a big shawl and scarves and lots of jewelry.
Jennifer: You should dress and do your hair and nails like the women in My Big Fat Greek Wedding.
Me: But that's so realistic. In order for this to work I have to play up the stereotypes.
Jennifer: True.

I'm so glad to have friends that support me in talents and ambitions I didn't even have.

(For the record, I am NOT making light of what happened in Wyoming. It was very sad and my thoughts and prayers are with the family and the college community in Casper. You can read about it here.)

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  1. It seems like all my dreams are nightmares. Like the latest. I was stuck on the 2nd floor of a plantation, with 2 old Southern women chasing after me, and I couldn't get away because there was no elevator.

  2. How terrible! And weird that you dreamed it.

  3. That is trippy! How sad that happened in Wyoming. I am convinced that our thoughts carry some sort of kinetic energy that floats around in the universe and can be picked up by others who are sensitive to it, like radio signals getting crossed or something. I had a dream that a temple was burning down, and the next morning the Provo tabernacle had burned down. When it was announced that it would be rebuilt as a temple, I figured my little psychic dream had come true. Either that, or everything is just a coincidence in the universe and we really are just sophisticated amoebas.

  4. I hadn't heard about that (gosh, I've been living under a huge rock lately). That's really awful about those students and really terrifying about your dream! Lately I've had really bad work nightmares. It's been going on for months now. Is there something about your teaching environment that stresses you out?

  5. Way creepy, but I'm not surprised this happened to you.

  6. I would have completely flipped out! Thank goodness I never remember my dreams!

  7. That indeed was a tragedy in Wyoming; how interesting you had a dream of a similar experience shortly before. I never knew what to make of things like this. I know years back I had a thought that someone could just come into a restaurant and start shooting at people, being a little bit scared about it even, and then a few weeks later a guy walked into a McDonald's down in San Ysidro, about 10 miles from where I live, and started shooting and killing many. But again, I never know what to make of these things.


  8. Hey, good spidey sense!
    Reading that, as an archer (who lived in SoCal, where shootings involved guns), my first impression was "who the hell does a campus shooting with a bow and arrows?!"

  9. Crazy town! You better keep an extra close eye on that student of yours!!


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