PAST TEACHERS

Date: 1/13/2017

On a sunny day, I found myself in my old painting professor's (Mr. U) home to watch over it while he was out of town. I have never actually been to his home, and my dream created the entire house. In one of the rooms, I found a strange setup of film equipment aimed at a fake hospital bed. My high school English teacher (Mrs. W) appeared and explained to me that my painting teacher uses the set to create films about his own death, and in one film accidentally almost killed himself. She laughed eerily and implied that maybe he did want to die, and that in waking life, maybe he was already dead. The whole time she explained this to me, I was lying in the hospital bed holding the remote to the camera. Then she went to do the household duties I was supposed to do in the kitchen. I followed her into the kitchen and began drinking out of a water fountain because I was parched. Her phone started vibrating and it was my mom calling her. That's when I realized she had transformed into my mothers mom, who passed away 14 years ago. I also realized she was not alive, sort of transparent in the sunlight streaming through the window. She answered my mom, who was asking where I was and if I was with her. My grandma said "no," and hung up the phone. I was angry with her and said "why did you tell her that? Now when I call her and tell her that I am here, she's going to think I'm lying to her!" My phone immediately started vibrating because she was calling me, and as I looked to my phone to answer, the vibrations got so loud and intense that they woke me up.