Kid just loves him some cows (komos) wrote,
Kid just loves him some cows

There's always a Siren singing you to shipwreck

Last night’s dream took place at a school that pretty closely matched my (perhaps strange) ideals for what a university should be. Its campus was old, with august stone buildings and grounds with character that could only develop around centuries of intellectual pursuits. Most noticeable was the utter lack of modern facilities, which seemed fitting. I knew that it was an "art-y" school and that I was pursuing studies that kept with that theme. Sadly, the dream didn’t rest on pottery or writing or painting. Instead, I was rushing to an exam.

Leaving aside that I was late, the dream did have an interesting twist: I had actually prepared for the exam. I sat down, got the solitary essay question* and realized that I could answer this easily. The question was whether I’d have enough time to write as much as I wanted. I gave it some thought, worked up a rough outline in my mind and then… well, then I couldn’t write. Or more precisely, I could engage in the physical act of writing, but I could remain focused long enough to put anything of any value down on paper. In fact, each time I tried, I swear I could feel the thoughts draining from my head. It was a new experience in frustration.

It was all I could do to wake up, and even after I did, the feelings the dream inspired lingered.

*For the record, the question was, "Discuss the moral and ethical ramifications of the societal model presented by The Matrix and whether there are solutions to the problems it engenders." (Yes, I am a geek.)

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