Your post reminded me of a bizarre thing that happened to me while attending a graduate school in the USA to become a high school math teacher. To cover some of my expenses and to pay for my school I was also used to do substitute teaching on the side.
Once I dreamed that I was driving in a long road but I could not find my way around so I stopped at a store along the road to ask for direction. In the store there was this girl at the counter whose upper lips was missing and she gave me an address after confirming it with a large guy with red beards making some coffees. At this time the girl gave me a free coffee and in my dream I headed toward an old building with the name of a school stone grafted on it.
When I arrived there a blond middle-aged woman told me to go to my right two doors down the hall. So when I arrived to this destination I saw many teachers were standing around and one of the teachers showed me a small little boy with red marks on his hand and told me to look out for him.
Days later I almost forgot the whole dream episode and I just took it as a bizarre hallucination. Almost a week later, I received a call from the agency informing me that they had a substitute-teaching job for me in an Illinois suburban school, and the agency gave me the address and the direction in how to get there. When I arrived to the suburb I found myself in a long wounding road and the school was nowhere to be found. So after going up and down for some time without any success, I decided to stop in one of the store along the road.
When I entered inside a random store, I saw behind the counter a girl who had a deep cut over her upper lips. I showed her the address and the girl after confirming with a hugely large man with red beard whose job was making the coffees, established that the name of the street that I had as an address was an older name and the name of the street now had changed to something else. Before leaving the store, the girl generously offered me a free cup of coffee.
When I arrived at the old school, which had its name stone grafted on its front wall, I went to the principal office to report my presence. In there a blond middle aged woman told me to go to my right two doors down the hall. Of course she directed me toward the teacher’s launch where many teachers were standing around and the teacher that I was going to substitute for, gave me a list-names of helpful and troubled kids. She especially showed me a name and asked me to watch out for him since he was the most troublemaker of the rest.
You guest it the troubled boy was the same boy with red marks on his hands that I had dreamed before. I still have not figured out what to call this bizarre experience.
