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Delusions of grandeur
Mar. 23rd, 2007 07:49 pmI had a dream that involved my rantings being published in a cheaply-bound paperback anthology, and it was hailed as a stunning, prophetic Bible, the voice of our generation.
Yeah. Right.
And there was a strange fan following me around, my first name had been misprinted as LeureDanielle or something (Danielle?), and for some reason I was working for my old band director as a sax player, and my sister was getting fired because she was being replaced by a better marimba (except the "marimba" was actually one of those rigged wooden fish you run a mallet across, what's-it-called) player. There were also horses and some general getting lost and authoritarian oppression involved somewhere, but the details of that were sketchy and intuitive in the dream, and even sketchier in retrospect.
Maybe this is because I was working on my original writing last night.
The physics test was today. I did not know this, but soon figured it out when the entire class showed up with their notesheets. Thankfully only 20% of the questions involved actual math and not theory, since every damn formula left my head. If I had taken thirty seconds to look at the formulas before class, I would have aced it, no question. That's what's so annoying. And if despite my lack of notes I still score higher than the class, I will lose all faith in humanity. (Most of the class is medical majors).
Yeah. Right.
And there was a strange fan following me around, my first name had been misprinted as LeureDanielle or something (Danielle?), and for some reason I was working for my old band director as a sax player, and my sister was getting fired because she was being replaced by a better marimba (except the "marimba" was actually one of those rigged wooden fish you run a mallet across, what's-it-called) player. There were also horses and some general getting lost and authoritarian oppression involved somewhere, but the details of that were sketchy and intuitive in the dream, and even sketchier in retrospect.
Maybe this is because I was working on my original writing last night.
The physics test was today. I did not know this, but soon figured it out when the entire class showed up with their notesheets. Thankfully only 20% of the questions involved actual math and not theory, since every damn formula left my head. If I had taken thirty seconds to look at the formulas before class, I would have aced it, no question. That's what's so annoying. And if despite my lack of notes I still score higher than the class, I will lose all faith in humanity. (Most of the class is medical majors).
