dream, the tape referencing my dream, my name?

My car looped around slow traffic and opened up on the
freeway. The Porsche’s smooth, fluid ride coupled with
high energy and my racing thoughts created a synergy that
brought a new meaning to the morning merge. Finding space
between cars provided a challenge and demanded focus.

My day of teaching was consumed with students,
lessons, emotions, and a multitude of problems. When the
final bell ended the school day I marveled that 7 hours had
slipped away. I gathered the last of my papers, and went
to find Marge. She had decided to check out this American
mystic at the public meditation. As the late afternoon
shadows covered the windows of the lounge we headed for the