Dreams....

So oftentimes, especially when they've been particularly bizarre, I have recounted my dreams on this blog. I'm sure they always leaving wanting to know more about this addled brain of mine. Well, you are in luck. Because not only will you now get to hear my dreams, I can also share dreams my students have.

A few days ago, I was working in my office and a student came by to chat- no special reason, he was just slightly early to his next class and thought he'd pop into say hi. I relish when students do this because it means that I don't have to solve a crisis that they are going through. We were chatting and he said that he was really tired because he had a really weird dream. He then proceeded to tell me all about it: it involved some sort of massive wooden soldiers that were evil and he and his dogs were running away/fighting these massive wooden soldiers. He knew that if he could get into this room and push a huge green button, the soldiers would turn good. So he and his two dogs finally maneuvered their way into the room and pushed this gigantic button. Then they went back outside and all the colors were bright, birds were singing and the soldiers were good. And then, for some reason, a mechanical dog with a slot in its head showed up and so he put a quarter into the slot and the dog opened his mouth and dropped a gumball out. And then my student woke up. The end.

As for my own dreams, they've all revolved around coffee lately. I don't know why. Last night I dreamed Becky and I were at a coffee shop and they kept getting my order wrong and finally they closed without letting me get my order. So I went to another one and they kept trying to pronounce my name while looking at my credit card but they kept putting the letter "t" into my name. I have no idea why. There is no "t" in my first, middle or last name. Finally I got pissed off at them constantly mispronouncing my name and asked for my coffee and free t-shirt (they coffee house was giving out free t-shirts). They refused and so I casually mentioned that it didn't mater if they gave me a t-shirt or not, I had already taken three tote bags anyway (I've gotten a bunch of reusable bags in the last few days) and they got mad and threatened to call the police. I awoke before the harsh rule of justice came down on my head.

Oh dreams... they make the real world so much more interesting!