"Last night I did not dream I went to Manderley again, I dreamed I was a teacher again."
I entered the classroom of another teacher that was filled with young girls. The girls had on their desks the book "Madame Bovary." One child was crying and struggling to read the words as she was being scolded by a cruel teacher.
I removed the book from her hands and screamed at that teacher: "How do you expect her to read this book? She is eight years old!"
The young girl seemed calm knowing I was there and protected her.
I awakened disturbed, unsettled, and sad and I hoped that wherever that child was... she remained safe.
I have never read "Madame Bovary" and no teacher ever forced me to read a difficult book and as a teacher I never introduced books that were not on level.
Could it be we slip into alternate universes when we sleep and appear in strange places where we are needed?
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