9-20-09

I'm working as a substitute in a school. Mr. Corey is here but leaving and leaves me in charge of his class. There's only a few students and I lead them to the gym and I put my purse someplace for safe keeping.

We are in the gym and kids are running around or just hanging out and the room fills up with bees and flies and I'm anxious to leave and tell the kids to get ready to leave. I wonder where I left my purse and I can't remember. I notice that most bees appear to be dying but now my focus is not on the kids or the bees, but where I left my purse. I worry it may have been stolen; if I could only remember where I left it. I wake up relieved that I didn't leave it anywhere and it's not lost.