I had a dream

S
o, the other night I had a dream that woke me up early in the morning, frustrated and irritated and I forced myself to stay awake long enough so I wouldn’t fall asleep and go back into it.
I am an admitted lover of sleep and had a disorder named after me by my family called Sonnie Syndrome, which denoted a need for sleep that went beyond normal human need.
Though I may not suffer from Sonnie Syndrome as much as I’ve aged, I have never been a morning person, so to intentionally make myself stay awake in the 5 o’clock hour speaks volumes regarding how disturbing this dream was to my psyche.
In the dream, I had a leading role in a play, however on opening night, I arrived having no recollection of ever being at a practice. 
I wasn’t in the opening act, so as the play began, I was desperately searching for a play book so I could look over my lines … there were none to be found.
Being a consummate performer, I took the stage and winged it in my opening sequence. I was at a table at the back of the stage and still desperately begging anyone to help jog my memory of my opening line, which I knew instinctively was vital to the story of the play.
A woman sitting next to me at the table on stage told me she knew exactly what I needed to say, but that she wouldn’t tell me because she felt it was important for me to understand that it was my responsibility to know what I was supposed to do…
My frustration was through the roof! 
Given that background conversation was part of the scene, I very vehemently let this woman know the reality of the situation. I had no clue what I was supposed to do in moments, and I was desperately looking for help. There were no play books, and she refused to help me, so I firmly stated that if she wouldn’t help me, I was going to walk out and someone else would need to cover my role.
It was at that point that I woke up. 
I was tired still, but so determined not to fall back into that dream that I forced myself to stay awake long enough to avoid that possibility.
After a visit with my sweet friend Kara Sweet in which I described my dream, she laughed and said that it was a no-brainer to figure out …
And then it hit me.
This is exactly what I am living as a teacher right now.
I left school on Friday, March 13th with the trepidation that things were going to get tricky. The 3A/4A State Basketball Tournament had been cancelled, and the coronavirus situation in the U.S. had begun to impact our state. 
Over the weekend, the school sent out the notice that school was cancelled on Monday, the 16th but staff was to report. 
We did.
From that point on, school was postponed indefinitely. We had all seen this coming, so I had spoken to my classes about what we would do in the event that this came to pass, and I felt we were on the same page and I was ready.
I was wrong.
So this dream is so very easily analyzed. I’m playing a leading role — a teacher — but I don’t know what I’m supposed to say and do. 
No one will give me my lines - my direction as to what I’m supposed to do to educate my kids. We are all figuring this thing out
as we go.
I was ready to run away rather than mess up in front of an audience — well let’s get real. This is scary for everyone involved.
After I awoke, I reassured myself that in real life, someone would help me to figure out what my lines were, and in real life, I hold out hope that we will help each other figure out how to navigate this unprecedented situation.