I just had a dream that we were all back. It was still summer, but for some reason it was a new semester. There were about forty of us back and then some new kids, we were all trying to make them feel welcome even though it was weird. Everything was different like the names of the dish crews and some of the activities we were doing, so we felt like it was new. But we all knew this was weird and not really the point. I was wondering why the teachers seemed okay with it. I was in the dining hall talking to someone (actually someone from my old school, I guess my dream mind was confused) about how I was so conflicted about if I should be there or not. I kept saying that I have a job and I have friends and that I can't do this to them anymore. But everyone was so happy to be back and I was too, but I just felt so stressed.

When I woke up I was relieved to be in my bed, with only my one Mountain School experience. I was relieved because I didn't have to decided whether to go back or not, I just had experienced it and that was all I could do. It made me remember how precious those months are, but how long they extend into our lives and dreams.