Dreams

Yes, as you can see, I'm progressing greatly on my paper. Ahem.

Brooks' post on his dream reminded me that I had a quite vivid dream the other night, and I don't usually dream anymore. I was suddenly in front of a military recruitment desk and the person behind it asked me what branch of the service I wanted to be in. I said the airforce, I guessed. Then I remember walking around a sterile, bright, white-walled, circular hallway with a duffle bag. I think there were a bunch of other women there and they all had buzz cuts. In the last part I realized what I'd done: I'd just finished my master's degree and I couldn't figure out why I'd gone and enlisted in the military. I had this horrible sinking feeling of being stuck.