Ah, The Subconscious...
I ate dippin' dots before bed last night. I'm assuming this dream is the result:
I was back to taking college courses even though I was still working full-time overnights. My professor was thoroughly fed up with my class not listening, so she kind of made it seem that class might or might not be over...and over half of the class left. I stayed and was watching a TV show in the classroom with my brother and then started to read something out of a book that may or may not have been class related. The professor came over and noticed that a bunch of girls in the class had left notes for me around my desk to meet up with them or whatever. I disregarded the notes. The professor then whispered the new class assignment to those of us that did not leave: go to a bar for an event having to do with Native American issues and write up a response paper. This was trouble for two reasons: 1) I could not think of a bar that was having an event having to do with Native American issues and 2) said event would probably be held while I was trying to sleep. So I set out to find a companion on this adventure. My roommate could not be convinced, even though I told him that it would be a fun thing to do over the weekend. So I call Brandy Norwood (yeah, the singer). She was in my class, but was one of the people that ditched early. She suggested a bar that I knew and a person that I didn't know, but she would not be joining me either. And then I woke up.
I was back to taking college courses even though I was still working full-time overnights. My professor was thoroughly fed up with my class not listening, so she kind of made it seem that class might or might not be over...and over half of the class left. I stayed and was watching a TV show in the classroom with my brother and then started to read something out of a book that may or may not have been class related. The professor came over and noticed that a bunch of girls in the class had left notes for me around my desk to meet up with them or whatever. I disregarded the notes. The professor then whispered the new class assignment to those of us that did not leave: go to a bar for an event having to do with Native American issues and write up a response paper. This was trouble for two reasons: 1) I could not think of a bar that was having an event having to do with Native American issues and 2) said event would probably be held while I was trying to sleep. So I set out to find a companion on this adventure. My roommate could not be convinced, even though I told him that it would be a fun thing to do over the weekend. So I call Brandy Norwood (yeah, the singer). She was in my class, but was one of the people that ditched early. She suggested a bar that I knew and a person that I didn't know, but she would not be joining me either. And then I woke up.