weird dreams - velcro shoes and brainology
Sat night
I dreamed that I was assaulted on campus and had both of my collar bones broken. Amelia (the valedictorian from my high school) had also been assaulted. To help deal with the psychological trauma, we’re both sent to our high school guidance counselor Dawn. I tried to talk to Dawn about the assault, but Dawn was too engrossed with Amelia's explanation of how her shoes were Velcro.
Last night
I dreamed that Queeta (I used to help her in high school with calc) was with me. We were both supposed to read chapters 2, 3, and 5 of a textbook for an exam. Chapter 5 was a condensed yet massive Microbiology review. I was having a hard time slogging through it. I asked Queeta what she thought of it. “Yeah, girl. I really liked reading that,” Queeta replied.
I found this very disturbing.
I took the exam, and then I bathed in a public safety shower, which was enclosed like a phone booth. A grad student stared at me showering before his friend opened his office door, on which he’d been knocking.
Then I got my grades back. I did well in all of my courses. Except I wasn’t on an honors list. So I looked at my grades more closely.
In “Brainology” I made a 0.22 out of 1. An F.
I wish my dreams weren't so obvious. And "Brainology" - WTF? Come on now.
I dreamed that I was assaulted on campus and had both of my collar bones broken. Amelia (the valedictorian from my high school) had also been assaulted. To help deal with the psychological trauma, we’re both sent to our high school guidance counselor Dawn. I tried to talk to Dawn about the assault, but Dawn was too engrossed with Amelia's explanation of how her shoes were Velcro.
Last night
I dreamed that Queeta (I used to help her in high school with calc) was with me. We were both supposed to read chapters 2, 3, and 5 of a textbook for an exam. Chapter 5 was a condensed yet massive Microbiology review. I was having a hard time slogging through it. I asked Queeta what she thought of it. “Yeah, girl. I really liked reading that,” Queeta replied.
I found this very disturbing.
- 01) There's enjoyment that I usually get from nerdy stuff and am not feeling
02) And, moreover, Queeta’s not exactly the brightest crayon. Which means Chapter 5 would have been easy had I just taken Microbiology as an undergrad, like everyone else.
I took the exam, and then I bathed in a public safety shower, which was enclosed like a phone booth. A grad student stared at me showering before his friend opened his office door, on which he’d been knocking.
Then I got my grades back. I did well in all of my courses. Except I wasn’t on an honors list. So I looked at my grades more closely.
In “Brainology” I made a 0.22 out of 1. An F.
I wish my dreams weren't so obvious. And "Brainology" - WTF? Come on now.