Wed Morning

2 colors:

Scarlet and black

or tangerine and pink

I was on the scarlet and black team of girls but at the last minute, changed my colors to tangerine and pink.

I played for that team, turns out the competition was dress up. I HAVE a ton of dress up clothes, I say an then go home to find some of them.

What I bring back are clothes for the slight and ignored girl who nobody seems to really like. She has the same face as the girl that I used to tutor last semester (14) and we go off together on a walk. We spy some bad guys, they are stoppong at an intersection to stare at something. For some reason, I feel like it is a naked child. So I press the gas pedal (yep, I am DRIVING!!) and speed up to the intersection, so the big black suburban speeds away and we tail it. The girl wants to pose as a younger girl because she is so small and see if they want to take her, even though it's dangerous for her and me, this is our mission to crack the case whatever that means. Soon they are chasing us, the jig is up! and we race back to the "home" for juvenile delinquents.
Just in time, we slam the door and bolt it, they know where we are but cannot get through the steel doors. We are safe.

I take her to her room, she rooms with all the boys, says she feels comfortable there. There are many many bunkbeds and lots of boys. Her sheets are dirty kind of, like old, not fresh. I think that I will wash them for her. I give her some of the dress up clothes, as I am not in the pink and tangerine group any longer, I am one of the caregivers. And I sit with her and try to make her feel loved, the boys are feeling the energy, I am like that nanny dog in the peter pan story. All the delinquent tendancies are gone and I have a room full of sweet kids. I am the only person who sees this side to them all, others see them as criminals waiting to go to real jail.

So I tell them all goodnight, and give the girl a hug, and leave the room, they lock the door from the inside, and then I hear them start to play and playfight and raise their voice, and I wonder after the girl who acts more like a boy.

I had been the one to find her after she ran away and her father was looking for her everywhere, but he did not see her when she was standing right there. I asked him if he was looking for his child, he said yes and then was startle to see she had been standing right behind him as he was on the phone and frantic in the middle of the street.

So anyway, I go downstairs to clean up some dishes from the meal I cooked for them all and to finish the laundry.

I had left my sketch book out on the sidewalk (a newsprint sketchbook the big kind) The only thing in it were some pressed leaves, it began to rain.

I come back inside without my sketchbook and hear my name being called, it is not my real name in real life, but I am still me. I go downstairs, I think I am in trouble for using one of the delinquent girls to fight crime. It is the program director who lives on facility, she wants me to take an exam to test my overall knowledge of the facility. She asks me to sit on the floor instead of the sofa. You want me to sit under (beneath) you? I ask. She nodds and seems to think it is not diminishing to me to do so. SHe is in PJ's an wrapped in a quilt.

She gives me the test.

I take it and move on.
Later, she informs that I have only gotten 6 right and must retest. She tells me she knows I am good (worker), but I must prove it.
I start the test over... It is HARD. the first question asks me to define a word that I have never seen before. the whole test is very hard.

I wake up.

(I sometimes dream of text in my dream, sometimes it is in a different language that I speak, and other times it is in English, sometimes I spend the whole dream reading, other times I am taking notes in a lecture hall that is as big as a football arena. But I never ever remember what I read/write.... this hard word began with the letter A)