………..It didn’t really go as smoothly as one could hope for, the exchange between myself and this one teacher at UNCC. I mean it started because my coworker, Andrea, whom also teaches at UNCC, connected me with one of her colleagues who was interested in arranging to have some kits made for her students. A kit is of course a sort of collection of art supplies specified by the teacher and the student pays a set amount and at times we deliver them. But in the email exchanges that ensued between myself and this teacher I speak of, miscommunication occurred. It was not deliberate or bad by any means but for some reason the teacher ended up upset. And she called my boss to resolve some issues, and my boss took my side strangely enough, which is what I don’t feel so great about, because I want to give excellent customer service on all levels and I am simply sorry that that is now how this situation transpired.
Nevertheless all calmed down and I found myself walking the halls of UNCC this morning when my phone rang. I had already been chasing after my dreams at this point, and continued to do so all day in fact.
Do you ever have days where your dreams from the night before repeatedly flash before your eyes, over and over, but you can hardly put words to these so called memories? That was today for me. It was as if the blood were flowing in my brain, coursing over some certain point causing images to flash and pop and sizzle. But not enough so that I could put words to what I was seeing. The only thing I was ever able to come up with was something about this guy that my friend Cindy described as her boss a few days ago in a conversation we shared on a bike ride together. I think that that person that appeared in my mind when Cindy was describing him during this conversation our on ride, that was who was in my dream. But I do in fact remember seeing my phone in my dream from last night, with Cindy’s name flashing across it as if she were calling me, and so there I was walking down the hall at UNCC this morning when that dream came true. Cindy called me.
My phone was in my pocket and there are classrooms all around me, and teachers in their respective offices, and it rings and I answer and it’s Cindy, her name flashing across the screen just as it did in my dream. We talked for a few brief moments and I continued on to the classroom and thankfully and gracefully the teacher who had been upset was kind and warm and welcoming, and I dropped off that heavy box of their kits that I was there to deliver, and we sorted through that box passing them all out to the students who were present, and then I pushed the handtruck I had brought with me back down the hall, no heavy box attached to it this time, just empty space there.
Then suddenly I saw one of my best friends from high school, some twenty years ago, cross the hall right in front of me just at the place where I had answered my phone, and I stopped to say hello to Louise and she was surprised to see me and did not recognize me with my beard I’d never had as a teenager.
It was so nice to just tell her, ‘it’s so nice to see you,’ and I kept on chasing after my dreams, still unable to fully grasp what I had seen, all except for Cindy’s phone call just as clear as day.
The whole idea though of me delivering these kits this morning was that not only would I be able to do just that, I would also knock out another brick in the wall and meet with two teachers for an appointment about some demos since it is a lengthy drive for us out to University City Blvd. So I pushed my little grey handtruck back down the hall, spoke to Louise, rode down the elevator, spilled out onto the walkway outside, and crossed the street to another building where I was to meet these two teachers. And I am chronically early wherever I go these days and there was no exception to that this morning, so I sat in the lobby for twenty minutes before I proceeded upstairs to room 272 where our meeting was to take place.
I am still pushing my handtruck of course because I have been forbidden to leave it in the back of my truck unattended. I stand outside of the office where we are to meet, and I stand and stand, and wait and wait, and one of the teachers is running late. The other teacher pokes her head out the door of the painting studio to confirm my arrival but tells me to let her know when her colleague has arrived. But he never shows up. So I meet with this other person by herself, then she takes me to a classroom where the other guy is letting his class out late.
I explain to both of them, one on one each of them, that my demo will show the slow-drying properties of the slow-drying paints as compared to the regular acrylics and a fifty-fifty mixture of the two. They both seem delighted and I am still chasing after my dreams of Cindy’s boss but still can’t quite grasp them, so I drive back to the store to drop off the handtruck into safe and secure hands.
Then I bask in a few glorious moments at Starbucks before my regularly scheduled shift this afternoon at work. I call my friend Van as I am writing in my journal at Starbucks and he doesn’t answer but calls back almost immediately. We are in the process of applying for a grant for our photography program at a local agency and the deadline is this Friday. Three of us are hard at work on our application. That’s why he called me early this morning and that’s why I am calling him back now. I am listening to my iPod in one ear and talking on the phone with Van, all while trying to get a refill and the barista there at the coffeeshop is telling me that they are all out of iced coffee and I am telling Van to hold on a moment and somehow all of this too seems reminiscent of my dream from last night. But I just can’t seem to place what it was. I just can’t remember what I dreamed about last night…………..