Last night as I was preparing for an interview at a school, I was thinking about my favorite student who had a hard home life and had superhero aliases. Last night I dreamt that he was a teenager and told me that he was past his phase of being superheroes, but that I was his favorite part of his childhood (because I worked closely with him and played along with his superhero identity). He told me that I was to help this boy with autism/down syndrome, and the boy in my dreams was a picture that makes rounds on the internet of a smiling two year old with autism/down syndrome with the caption "Mommy says my smile can make anyone smile". I went to go comfort the toddler and something told me this was what I was meant to do. Thoughts?