I was in school, but not at the school. A bunch of us were on some sort of field trip. We were walking along an empty road, passed an empty dirt field and stopped for a bathroom break. This girl and I were bitching about stopping so soon. It was dark and the field seemed to have a roof on it.
There was a buzz going around about the superintendent thinking about quitting. We decided we couldn’t let that happen. There was a small stage and some theater-style seats at the end of the field. WE all made our way to the stage to do some brainstorming.
I’m not sure what we came up with, if anything, before he showed up. He went around doctoring up everyone who needed it. Somehow my left arm got broken, so he put a splint on it and wrapped it up. The other chick (from the beginning) and I stuck close by him for the rest of the dream.
There was us talking in a parking lot, and something in a hallway. It gets kind of fuzzy after that. I do remember feeling emotionally close to the superintendent. He was youngish, but it wasn’t an infatuation. Like respect and camaraderie. Also, in the dirt field, there was some fencing. Some of it was rolled up, and some was unrolled laying on the ground.
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