Last night I talked to Adina for quite a long while. That's not the important part of the story.
During the night I had a dream about our conversation. I dreamed that Charley had somehow got his hands on a written transcript of the conversation and was upset over things we had said. Then I was transported to a BU dorm and I had to talk to one of my residents because she was upset over the written transcripts of our conversation. But I wasn't back in the dormitory, I was an RA in a frat house. Everyone was getting ready for a dance as I talked to this girl and then I was pulled away because people were complaining about a naked guy in the kitchen.
I rarely remember my dreams. And when I do they normally have nothing to do with my life - current or past. I don't know why this one was different.
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It's funny that you dreamed that. While I didn't receive a written transcript, I did receive an oral account of (some of) what was said. I wasn't upset. Maybe I didn't get the good stuff.
I think you were probably the one I dreamed about because you were the last person we talked about. We didn't say anything bad, just about how you're doing in law school and whether you're a better knitter than my Grandmother.
What has me concerned is that I dreamed about being an RA, as I haven't thought about that in quite a long time.
I am SOOO a better knitter than your Grandmother!
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