I saw that margeeboo at the FishTank tweeted about some strange dreams. I had one last night, was going to blog about it this morning, but just getting to write it up just now. I don’t think it had Mary Poppins, but it was strange as all dreams are. And since we’re at the start of the school year, it’s setting is appropriate…
I’m back in school. College I believe, but an amalgamation of my two undergrad alma maters. Stick TU on the UM campus, but have MD weather. Yeah. It felt like fall, but there were palm trees.
I’m taking a large lecture class. I notice the cute girls. One is Asian. She’s not been in any of my dreams. I don’t even think I know her. Just generic cute Asian girl. We don’t meet. Class ends.
Next class. I’m sitting at the end of the aisle. She’s behind me with her friend.
Then she starts rubbing my head. It’s my close shaved melon she’s digging. She does it three times. The first I don’t care. The second is annoying. The third I have to turn around and check her out. Generic cute Asian dream girl. Vietnamese maybe? Class ends.
She says something, “I thought so.” Smug. Condescending. Looking to get a rise from me. I say nada. She tries again. I confront, but don’t win. She stares me down. (this parts the hazy part from several hours later.) I’m running away figuratively.
I’m back at the dorms (Stanfor Residential College) bringing home a case of beer. I go to the front, but the doors are locked some kind of security screw up. I go around to the secondary entrance. UM friends are manning the security desks. They haven’t aged one bit. I get on the elevator, looking at this beer, and thinking that it’ll be making me fat.
