i’m being rushed through a tunnel or hallway of some sort.  i don’t belong with these people who are getting out.  these are the best and brightest out world has to offer.  a friend brought me.  she said, “you’re an amazing preschool teacher. we’ll need those in space too.”  and so i ran with her.  she directs me to a room with a fluorescent lighting and a monitor.  she tells me to watch the screen. when my name and number comes up, that means i have a work schedule.