I am getting ready for an important event, something over which I am anxious.  I leave to go but end up in a classroom being taught by an older man who is leading a class of high school students in a discussion on the history of zines before having his students begin making their own.  I observe quietly until the students break up into groups to start discussing their zine ideas, a brainstorming session.  I begin sharing my own stories about zines and mention that my children and I are going to do the 24 hour zine thing.  In the back of my mind, however, I am aware of the fact that neither of my children have committed to our doing this because neither has given me a date when they want to give it a go.  Instead, I realize that in a small way I am lying to these students even as one shows me an altered book (Stolen Sharpie Revolution 2) which he is making into a zine.  “Is this right?” he asks me.  “It’s perfect,” I assure him.

The teacher comes up to me and says “Goodbye.  We won’t be seeing one another again.”  I grab his hand and ask him, “What do you mean?  Will it be because of me or you we won’t see one another again?”  He just looks at me sadly and turns away.  Intuitively I know that one of us is dying and he is suggesting that I am the one who is leaving. 

I stop to go to the bathroom before going to my appointment.  There is a young boy, no older than 7 although I sense he is older and just looks younger by a couple of years.  He is cowering, desperately trying not to be attacked by some older boys.  I go to the bathroom and, as I wipe myself, I see blood.  I have a flashback to being raped and I realize this is why I am going to an appointment; I am to appear in court.  I also realize that I have to protect that boy because he is going to be raped by the older ones.  I find him and help him get away.

But now I am late for my appearance in court.  It is as I am rushing along the streets, trying to get there in time, I remember that I am not going to court for being raped but for being accused of sexual harassment or corruption of a minor or something along those lines.  That I have been falsely accused but that the case is going badly for me and I will end up going to jail for something I never did.  And of course it doesn’t help that I am now late for the arraignment.