How to Be an Action Hero
For some reason, I assumed that graduate school would be just like regular college. Only harder. Yes and no.
I don't know where this place is or where I was even supposed to be, but there I was, moving into grad school. Moving into the building I'd be living in, there were no elevators. Just stairs. Ok, that's fine, I can walk it. I get to my floor, and there's no door. Instead there's a small chasm that I have to jump across to reach my floor. It's a little weird, but that's fine. I'm greeted by who I can only assume was the RA. He never said.
While I'm downstairs unloading the car, there's suddenly a siren and in an instant, SWAT team guys and cops are swarming the place. I go to the door to see what's going on, and there's RA guy talking on a CB-radio with what sounds like some angry German guy. I stand back and just watch. After a while everything calms and everyone disperses. I ask RA guy what the hell was going on and he says "It's ok, was just a drill." Wonderful, I guess?
[At this point in the dream my mind starts to wander, because I can't even keep dreams on track. How sad is that? I think I started imagining what kind of video game I had fallen into, only to snap out of it and tell myself that it wasn't a video game, it was a dream.]
Later on, I'm talking to some guy in the hallway, and he offers to help me find my class schedule. There's only one listed [that I remember]: "ACT 515: How to Negotiate with Erudite Terrorist Leaders". It's at this point that I realize that I've come to graduate school to learn to be an action hero.
Somewhere along the way, I'm talking to my mom. She asks me if I'm worried that Sean (my current roommate in real life) might find a replacement friend to take my place. I tell her this is something I've certainly considered, but am very much not worried about it.
I don't know where this place is or where I was even supposed to be, but there I was, moving into grad school. Moving into the building I'd be living in, there were no elevators. Just stairs. Ok, that's fine, I can walk it. I get to my floor, and there's no door. Instead there's a small chasm that I have to jump across to reach my floor. It's a little weird, but that's fine. I'm greeted by who I can only assume was the RA. He never said.
While I'm downstairs unloading the car, there's suddenly a siren and in an instant, SWAT team guys and cops are swarming the place. I go to the door to see what's going on, and there's RA guy talking on a CB-radio with what sounds like some angry German guy. I stand back and just watch. After a while everything calms and everyone disperses. I ask RA guy what the hell was going on and he says "It's ok, was just a drill." Wonderful, I guess?
[At this point in the dream my mind starts to wander, because I can't even keep dreams on track. How sad is that? I think I started imagining what kind of video game I had fallen into, only to snap out of it and tell myself that it wasn't a video game, it was a dream.]
Later on, I'm talking to some guy in the hallway, and he offers to help me find my class schedule. There's only one listed [that I remember]: "ACT 515: How to Negotiate with Erudite Terrorist Leaders". It's at this point that I realize that I've come to graduate school to learn to be an action hero.
Somewhere along the way, I'm talking to my mom. She asks me if I'm worried that Sean (my current roommate in real life) might find a replacement friend to take my place. I tell her this is something I've certainly considered, but am very much not worried about it.