Thoughts from the White Board - April 4

I'm having dreams about school, so it must be nearly the end of the semester.  Had an odd one while I was taking my siesta today.  I dreamed I was waiting at the bus stop for the number 625 bus, and I had an air compressor with me that I'd promised to lend to a class mate in my Intro Spanish class.  It was dark and cloudy, with an odd light coming from the west as the sun was going down.  Several buses came and went, and a couple actually pulled into the parking lot next to the McKay Education building.  I thought one of them was the 625 - could have sworn to it in court, as a matter of fact - but when the driver came out of the building (no, I don't know why he went in there) and started it back up, it was some other bus that I'd never heard of.

Then I gave up and started back up the hill toward Elizabeth Hall where my Spanish class is, and on the way I met two of my class mates and said hello.  One of them was the one I promised to lend the air compressor to.  But I didn't yet.  I know where this detail in the dream came from, as I unexpectedly saw these two classmates while... surprise, surprise... waiting for the bus today.  And in the dream, the clouds parted about half way up the hill and the sky was still gray, but not lowering and dark like it was at the bus stop.  Subliminal dislike of waiting for the 625?  Yup, I'd bet that is what that is.

Then I got to Elizabeth Hall, but it wasn't itself.  I guess that is the closet thing to explaining it.  In a dream where things were pretty close to actually looking like they should, the fact that this campus building looked more like a cross between some sort of haphazardly constructed eighteenth century tenement and a weird sort of multistory wooden church was... disconcerting.  The inside was like a barn of some sort, and there were odd stairs going upward to some place that I needed to get to.  There was also a chairlift of some sort, and I went to get on it with some other un-faced classmates (A note on that: the ones I mentioned previously were distinct, but these people were the sort of folks I see in most dreams. They have appearances but I don't notice them distinctly. I just know that they are somebody in particular).  But I didn't get seated quick enough because I was distracted by something, and the chairlift started to climb without me.  I was left hanging from the bottom of it, trying to climb up and get on the seat.  It was... weird.



So that was my dream.  I woke up after that.  My afternoon sleep make-up was restless today, and I'm feeling... out of sorts in a way.  Must just be stress and stuff.  That and I have three papers to write/finish.  So I'll shut up and do my thing and then get back to them.

We have heard so far the voice of life on one small world only. But we have at last begun to listen for other voices in the cosmic fugue. - Carl Sagan

If you can dream it, you can do it. - Walt Disney

The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance. - Aristotle

Certain flaws are necessary for the whole. It would seem strange if old friends lacked certain quirks. - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

I have a review of Stephen King's latest book, 11/22/63, that is almost done.  I was anticipating posting it today, but no such luck.  And I started reading an odd one last night.  It's called Ghosts Among Us.  I was hoping it'd be good, but...  well, I'll save that for its review.  Watch for these in upcoming posts.  And have a good day, for heavens sake!

The parting comment:

Source: LOL snaps.com

A sewing machine, a guy wearing a tux, and a UPS truck up an embankment?  You just can't make stuff like that up.