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Since it was one of those dreams you wake up from, I know that about 4 a.m. I was having a very strange one.
I was in what seemed to me to be a high school classroom with no desks. I was there with a group of twenty or so people, men and women, who I knew at various points in time from high school through grad school. None of them were among my closest friends, but we all knew each other on a friendly basis. We were milling around the room greeting and talking to everyone. It felt like a semi-formal meeting of grad students, as if we'd all been asked to be there, but about nothing too serious. We were all young, but mature, mid-twenties, so grad school aged.
I began chatting with Joan, a woman I knew in high school. Suddenly she changed the subject, and in a bit of an undertone, she suggested I talk to someone about getting my grades. I thought it was a bit odd. Perhaps I hadn't received my grades recently, but I wasn't at all concerned about them. Joan gave me a concerned look and moved on. Other people came by and asked if I'd gotten my grades yet. Then my brother (in the dream my age not several years older) came by and I told him it was strange that people, seemed concerned I hadn't gotten my grades. I could not think of any reason, like applying for something, I'd need my grades for right away. Then he said that the others probably wanted me to go talk to someone in authority about why their grades hadn't shown up. That explained a lot, and then I noticed people talking anxiously away from me about that. Then I heard someone a short distance away say they believed that the school couldn't get the correct forms to print our grades on. I got angry and said loudly, that was ridiculous, that with today's technology they could print them on any kind of paper and that there were certainly people in that room who could program the school's equipment to do it.
It was odd that I was seen by the others as an intermediate between them and the higher ups, and by myself as someone who had a practical solution to their problem, that should have been obvious before.
I was in what seemed to me to be a high school classroom with no desks. I was there with a group of twenty or so people, men and women, who I knew at various points in time from high school through grad school. None of them were among my closest friends, but we all knew each other on a friendly basis. We were milling around the room greeting and talking to everyone. It felt like a semi-formal meeting of grad students, as if we'd all been asked to be there, but about nothing too serious. We were all young, but mature, mid-twenties, so grad school aged.
I began chatting with Joan, a woman I knew in high school. Suddenly she changed the subject, and in a bit of an undertone, she suggested I talk to someone about getting my grades. I thought it was a bit odd. Perhaps I hadn't received my grades recently, but I wasn't at all concerned about them. Joan gave me a concerned look and moved on. Other people came by and asked if I'd gotten my grades yet. Then my brother (in the dream my age not several years older) came by and I told him it was strange that people, seemed concerned I hadn't gotten my grades. I could not think of any reason, like applying for something, I'd need my grades for right away. Then he said that the others probably wanted me to go talk to someone in authority about why their grades hadn't shown up. That explained a lot, and then I noticed people talking anxiously away from me about that. Then I heard someone a short distance away say they believed that the school couldn't get the correct forms to print our grades on. I got angry and said loudly, that was ridiculous, that with today's technology they could print them on any kind of paper and that there were certainly people in that room who could program the school's equipment to do it.
It was odd that I was seen by the others as an intermediate between them and the higher ups, and by myself as someone who had a practical solution to their problem, that should have been obvious before.