Coach
Last night I dreamed that I was in an African country. It was very foreign. And we were going downtown, trying to find a Bank of America, with a crowd of tourists. The tourists were frightened of the people and worried someone would rob them. But the tour guide pointed out that we looked so alien to them that they could barely see us.
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Then we went to visit a rich household. They had a beautiful open air house. It was a hot muggy day and on one side of the house was a huge blue swimming pool that spread out into a lagoon.
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I wanted to swim in that pool very much. It was so clean and inviting.
Instead we went inside the house and there was a milky blue swimming pool in the living room. The hosts gave us some inflatable toys and we got in the pool but it was so crowded, murky, hot and dark. Yuck.
I wanted to be in the pool outside, but that pool was for the hosts' daughter who was training for the Olympics.
Great! I thought. I'll tell them I'm a swimming coach and get a job here and stay for always and swim in this pool.
I was coaching the daughter but the pool was full of table and chairs so instead of swimming she was just wading and weaving around all the furniture.


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