A few nights ago I had a dream that was inspired by both my car shopping and my upcoming high school reunion (I had recently seen some Facebook posts about the reunion.) I dreamed that I was at the reunion, and the it was a lecture given by the valedictorian. [My high school valedictorian is now my Facebook friend, and someone I like.] In the dream, I did not see the valedictorian. What I remember is sitting in the seat, feeling really good because I had just heard a great speech. Then it was over and everyone went out to the parking garage. There were some people who I did not know who were getting into their car. I said, "Hey, is that a Chevy Cobalt? Can I sit inside for a minute and see how it feels?"
Then I was sitting in the back seat, and the two people who came in that car were in the front seats. It was a two door car. They started driving away. I said, "Hey, I want to get out!" But because it was a two door car, I could not get out unless one of them got out, and they did not get out, so I was trapped.
Then last night I dreamed I was going back to my college. There is a long campus road leading into campus. Along the road are houses occupied by the college president and other administrators and faculty. Apparently I was going to start a job there, because I was thinking about whether I could live in one of those houses.
I was with my sister. We saw someone walking along. She looked familiar to me, and I looked familiar to her. We thought that perhaps she had taught one of the classes I had taken, and we were trying to figure out which one. "Did you take any political science?" she asked. I told her that I graduated in 1988 and that I had taken two multidisciplinary courses at a neighboring school that were partly political science.
We were in a room and there was a shelf with senior theses on it. Mine was there, and I was surprised to see that it was about education. I thought I had majored in psychology. My college did not have an education major, so people who majored in education only did so as a self-designed major. I was the only education major my year, and there wasn't one the year after, so the thesis next to mine was from the next education major, who was in the class of 1990. It was my sister, and her thesis was on the philosophy of education. [My sister is 17 years younger than me and did not go to college.]
Later, I dreamed that I was working on an Excel spreadsheet and I clicked on a cell that it did not make sense to click on. It was like I was in a daze. Excel recognized the lack of sense behind my actions, and a message box popped up that said, "Are you ok?"