Adding fuel to the fire

Here's a dream I had last night:

I had come back to BHS to teach again, but they gave me the worst classes, just to spite me. So the dream started off in the Little Theater, and most of the cast from Midsummer was there, along with Kali Gardner. Well, Kali was running the scrim, but she let go of it, and then some metal rubbed up against some other metal and made a spark and caught the scrim on fire. Then a piece of burning scrim fell to the stage, on top of the table saw (banned by OSHA, of course). This was exacerbated by the fact that for some reason we had recently poured gasoline all over the table saw. So this ignited the saw, which then ignited the curtain legs, and all of the kiddies went fleeing out of the theatre. I found the fire extinguisher and managed to put out all of the fire, only to get yelled at by Cubbie, the grumpy custodian.

So now, I was late for starting my first new class at BHS, so I ran to my classroom (which was now rearranged so that my desk and podium were behind a wall so students could not see me), but I had taken off my pants because they had caught fire back in the Little Theatre. So I was late for class, and all the kids were standing in the hallway about to leave. I yelled, "Don't leave! Get in there!" But then I realized that I was in my underwear, so I told them I would be right back. I went and put new pants on, came back, and then realized I had no idea what I was teaching.
So I looked at my schedule, and my first class was "Intro. to Law." Not my specialty. So I found the textbooks (called "Learning the Law: For Non-Law Students.") What that meant was "dumb kid law." But I had not prepared any of the first day handouts, so I told the kids to sit tight again, and ran to the office to run off my papers. I was sweating and nervous because I thought for sure I would be fired for a) burning up the theatre, and b) not being prepared for class.
So I ran off the handouts, but by the time I returned, all the students had left, and I started to prepare for my next class, "Human Anatomy for the Unmotivated Student." The books were all junked up with graffiti and rips, plus I had a box of posters of the human anatomy.

That was the end.

I think it means a few things:

• I was spoiled by getting to teach Pre-AP English
• Everything we ever did in the theatre was a hazard waiting to happen
• Kali should keep away from potentially flammable materials

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PS:

R.I.P., Little Buddy