Fosse, Fosse, Fosse
Today was a combination of Robin Williams' Birdcage statement to one of his actors, "You do Fosse, Fosse, Fosse. You do Twy-la, Twy-la, Twy-la...but you keep it all inside," and the anonymous "This doesn't look like Kansas, and what the hell am I doing in this handbasket?"
I was, however, excruciatingly productive, and unceasingly multi-tasking. But then again, I had no choice.
Dreams recently have been a real trip. In the last week, I have had more anxiety dreams about my graduate classes beginning (they started today) than I can count, including dreaming TWICE last night that I'd missed my class today. Also last night, I dreamt that some "bad guy" had a white vertical briefcase, pretty much identical to the black one I'd been examining in my waking life with Glen at REI on Monday.
Over the weekend, I dreamt that I was in some sort of course where you had to work with a group in a swimming pool. There are two parts of it that I remember: the first was when we were being chastised about our awareness. The instructor was telling us that while we were all working on bailing out the blue dock, which was taking on water badly, had we simply looked around, we would have seen that the non-leaking white dock was right there, and that we needed to be more aware of our surroundings. It was at about this time that I saw Lopez walk by, in the hall, head ducked low, and holding a folder above him so as to hopefully not be noticed. The second part I recall comes from later on in the dream. By this point in the workshop, the goal was to remain oriented so that, after being swallowed by a whale and ejected via its blowhole, one would still know where one was. I'm still working out what all of this means to me in real life...
Lesson learned today: Don't wear button-fly pants on a day we have anything (grant, paper, abstract) due. Chances are I will have even less time to go to the bathroom than usual, and by the time I get around to it, I will REALLY have to go, and won't be able to get my pants off fast enough.
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