Date: 4/12/2017
By bear
I went to bed last night nervous about a teaching assignment at the high school that is in a special special-education classroom. What keeps me coming back, despite it being the most heart wrenching, frustrating, scary, challenging experience is the sweetest down syndrome girl that I have ever met. I was working with her in my dream. The details are a little bit fuzzy now but here it goes: We are in a classroom that is more like a scientific laboratory, we are in a school that is more like a research space station on another planet. She is explaining to me one of her theories; she knows so much about chemistry and molecules and the way they combine to form bodies and objects. What she is explaining seems extremely familiar to me, something I might have learned in college but didn't quite grasp until that moment. I am extremely impressed and I know that she is valuable in our quest to understand and shape our universe. There is a man there that I met before I was talking to her. I was extremely attracted to him, it was almost like we were set up on a blind date or something, a blind date set up by the universe, no pressure, just knowing. He is another person assigned to help her; he touches her in a sexual way, like he is extremely attracted to her. The way he touches her is compassionate and kind and loving not at all like he's taking advantage of her. I notice that I assume that he is taking advantage of her. But, at the same time I feel like she wants it and she is being empowered by having a relationship with a man who is smart and capable and good-looking despite her handicap. I remember feeling such pure love and affection and pride for her, as if she were my own daughter and my best friend.