Dream.

I’m at the bus stop comparing bus passes with my sister. Up at UW, there’s goes until midnight. I open my black wallet, and a bright blue ticket stub is in the front pocket. My Berkeley. With all the times listed. The bus pass stops at 6 pm. I remark that all the shops close down early, so the bus also stops early. I’m in farm country.

Suddenly I’m in front of a strange house. I know this is where I used to live with my family, but
Weird house, torn down, apt with strange lady, 330 / sq ft

Going to grad school. In mathematics. Prof Schilling. Trying to figure mathematic relationship between planet and leaf

Run off to grad school classes. Realize don’t know what classes I’m taking. Rush off to use computers in a room a few doors down, bump into a female teacher consulting with two other adults. It’s really like a kindergarten, room, the desks are so small. But there are a row of MACs. I race over and grap a pink post it pad, but I have to remove all the post its with writing on them already before I can find to blank ones. The post it’s I peeled off had strings of numbers on them- nothing I knew. I grabbed a red pen, but no computers work. Run around in building until find a class. Sit in and hope it’s mine. Teacher calls on me to tell about self. I stumble at first. She reprimands me I speak again.

Name
Plant genetics grad student and math grad student
I sometimes like punk music (someone scoffs)
I like fuzzy pajamas
I’m done

It is at this point I realize I still have my retainer on.

I think it’s kind of funny that I rediscover this when I’ve just started grad school. But mathematics grad student?? At least I stuck in plant genetics grad student at the end. I guess being a crazy math grad would be useful if I wanted to determine the mathematical relationship between planet and leaf. Hehe..

Maybe I’ll try writing down my dream next time I have one to see what I come with.