Dreams (Brian Katcher)
It's 7:50 in the morning. I'm standing in a wreck of a classroom, not even remotely set up. I'm wearing skuzzy street clothes. The children will be here in ten minutes. I have no lesson plans, no schedule, no class list. In just a few minutes everything is going to hell and I there's nothing I can do. I've been a teacher for 28 years, and yet every year I have that dream in August. Why do our nightmares plague on our fears and shortcomings? The play started ten minutes ago and I just got to the theater. I'm in my street clothes and have no idea where my costume is. I'm due on stage in two minutes and I don't even know what the scene is about. I'm desperately searching for a script, but everyone has been off book for weeks. This whole production is going to be a disaster, and it'll all be my fault. Been doing community theater for nearly thirty years. Nothing like that has ever happened, and yet a few times a year I have that one. I've sig...
