Registration and Weird Dreams
Apr. 19th, 2007 10:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tabular_rasaSo I got up to register this morning at my pretty good time slot at 7:30 am (good because it's fairly early in the grand scheme of things and I get the classes that I want :-P)-- only to find that my major advisor had not, in fact, approved me for registration. So I shot her an email about it, and went back to bed.
In the meantime, I had one of those dehydrated, dry-sucking half-awake dreams (I imagine some drug-trips could probably be described that way, lol . . . ). It was Easter weekend (back in time . . . ), and WashU had set up an "Easter slide" for families in the community to come enjoy. It was a big slide decorated with lots of ribbons, and people stood at the base of it in a line, all dressed up, holding their equally dressed-up kids (some of whom weren't very well-behaved). Inside the base of the giant slide were served fried foods, including snake. The University kept encouraging the WashU students to go, but it wasn't very popular as the point of the Easter slide was apparently to be proselytized at as one went down.
In the midst of all this, was Prank Week 2007-- which never really happened, in real life (nor did the Easter slide-- ahh, an odd thing, to be dreaming about the past . . . ). Yet somehow I found myself skulking about with Peter, Rick, Melissa, and Stewart. I have no idea what we were actually planning on doing, but a tiny colonial militia (complete with a mispronounced French name) from what existed of Indiana (yes, Indiana-- this was directly specified, lol . . . ) in the colonial era showed up and started chasing us down. We fled to Umrath dorm, and slipped into a tiny spare room. Peter shoved Melissa back outside and shut and locked the thick wooden door. When she protested, he explained, "Shh! Shh! You're bait! We'll jump out and stab them when they show up for you!"
(When I described this to Lisa when I woke up, she went, "Ha, that does sounds like something Peter would do!" Lol . . . )
So the militia showed up, but there were more of them then there were of us, and though the bait thing worked and Peter, Stewart, and Rick jumped out at them, they were subdued somehow and Melissa and I were left lying on the floor of the small room and adjoining hallway, just sort of confused.
The best part is that I can justify and explain why I dreamed every single detail that I did . . . and no one who hasn't lived my life the past few days (or even years) would be able to recreate that.
So, then, upon waking up, I had gotten a response to my email, and was able to register (apparently there had been some fluke in the system as she had registered me "too early" . . . ). Everything went well except for the fact that I have an 8:00 class on TTh (I couldn't enroll in the noon section of Educational Psychology )-: darn single-section of Japanese III, fucking everything up . . . ), and I'm third on the waitlist for a class of 15 people for my Writing Intensive Exposition course . . .
So, really, all things considered, not a lot went well, actually /-: Oh well. What else is new, with me and scheduling?
In the meantime, I had one of those dehydrated, dry-sucking half-awake dreams (I imagine some drug-trips could probably be described that way, lol . . . ). It was Easter weekend (back in time . . . ), and WashU had set up an "Easter slide" for families in the community to come enjoy. It was a big slide decorated with lots of ribbons, and people stood at the base of it in a line, all dressed up, holding their equally dressed-up kids (some of whom weren't very well-behaved). Inside the base of the giant slide were served fried foods, including snake. The University kept encouraging the WashU students to go, but it wasn't very popular as the point of the Easter slide was apparently to be proselytized at as one went down.
In the midst of all this, was Prank Week 2007-- which never really happened, in real life (nor did the Easter slide-- ahh, an odd thing, to be dreaming about the past . . . ). Yet somehow I found myself skulking about with Peter, Rick, Melissa, and Stewart. I have no idea what we were actually planning on doing, but a tiny colonial militia (complete with a mispronounced French name) from what existed of Indiana (yes, Indiana-- this was directly specified, lol . . . ) in the colonial era showed up and started chasing us down. We fled to Umrath dorm, and slipped into a tiny spare room. Peter shoved Melissa back outside and shut and locked the thick wooden door. When she protested, he explained, "Shh! Shh! You're bait! We'll jump out and stab them when they show up for you!"
(When I described this to Lisa when I woke up, she went, "Ha, that does sounds like something Peter would do!" Lol . . . )
So the militia showed up, but there were more of them then there were of us, and though the bait thing worked and Peter, Stewart, and Rick jumped out at them, they were subdued somehow and Melissa and I were left lying on the floor of the small room and adjoining hallway, just sort of confused.
The best part is that I can justify and explain why I dreamed every single detail that I did . . . and no one who hasn't lived my life the past few days (or even years) would be able to recreate that.
So, then, upon waking up, I had gotten a response to my email, and was able to register (apparently there had been some fluke in the system as she had registered me "too early" . . . ). Everything went well except for the fact that I have an 8:00 class on TTh (I couldn't enroll in the noon section of Educational Psychology )-: darn single-section of Japanese III, fucking everything up . . . ), and I'm third on the waitlist for a class of 15 people for my Writing Intensive Exposition course . . .
So, really, all things considered, not a lot went well, actually /-: Oh well. What else is new, with me and scheduling?
