Last night I dreamed that I was in a strange place, unfamiliar to me. It's summer; warm, and the grass is very dry.

The first part of the dream is quite vague but I'm in an old wooden schoolhouse and I'm trying to teach a lesson to the student I normally work with in reality. The lesson had to do with ink blots.

In the next scene, I'm wearing a white burka with my face showing and no other flesh. I'm searching for herbs in the dry grass. Next thing I know is I'm lying down and riding on the tail gate of a pick-up truck. I feel the motion of the truck moving and we (me and whoever is driving) come to a road block. I tug down at the top of the burka to cover my hair.

At the road block are a few men dressed in military uniforms that resemble Middle Eastern, with sashes, metals, and gun and bullets on belt. We stop and I get off the truck and stand there, not knowing what to expect but I don't feel good about it.