Mister Eclectic (howeird) wrote,
Mister Eclectic

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Weird Dream Channel

I'm applying for a grad school advisor. This process takes weeks of interviewing with every advisor in the city. Or maybe several cities. I don't see the actual interviews, what I see is me going to various buildings, most of them office buildings, sometimes by car sometimes by bus or light rail, always to a reception area where I wait until I am called, and then the dream segues to me coming home to my girlfriend (whom I never see clearly - I don't know who she is) who does the obligatory thing each time of being sympathetic and patient and "you'll get admitted somewhere, I know you will", but my confidence level is zero.

The process is slowly working its way to a conclusion, as I see friend after friend called in to be assigned an advisor. They get a call or a note in the mail telling them to come see a number - the number represents a particular advisor. Weeks pass and I am getting nothing, no hint that I am even being considered. It's like I'm unemployed and can't find a job no matter ho much I interview.

Finally a courier delivers a slip of paper with the number 59 on it. I go to The Building and up to The Floor and the room is filled with people I know from Peace Corps and theater, and the first one to acknowledge me is Bob, a long-time theater friend who IRL is a lawyer but here he is dressed in a safari outfit. I ask him if he is number 59, and he indicates the whole room and says "We all are. Take your pick." The reason it has taken so long to call me is every advisor wants to be my advisor. This completely takes my breath away. I love all these people, how can I choose?

Halfway across he room there is a slight commotion, and the group somehow has intuited who in this large crowd is my choice. I don't see who the person is exactly, but I know it is a woman, and I know it is someone I used to have a big crush on. It is apparent that she also has a crush on me, and everyone ion the room knows this will be a romantic relationship, and  the buzz is that the reason everyone chose me is they know I will be as much an advisor to them as they would be to me.

I wake up to Domino licking the side of my arm and rubbing her face against it - using my arm as a cleaning paw.

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