dream time

I spent this past week at a week-long camp for HIV+ kids sponsored by the clinic that serves as one of my field sites. More about that later, but suffice it to say that Friday night, I was dreaming about wrangling twelve-year-olds. Furthermore, I was dreaming about it in Setswana. While this indicates some improvement in my Setswana, I found it somewhat annoying that I was dreaming of work -- and volunteer work, no less! Shouldn't there be some kind of law against dreaming about work?

That said, the dream I dreamt the night before had nothing ostensibly to do with work, but involved a shotgun wedding and a trapeze, so I suppose I really shouldn't complain.