The other night I had a dream that I was attending some City College in a run-down brick building, like an old high school. There were lots of staircases, like an Escher drawing, going in all directions. As usual with this sort of dream, I left my notebooks in some other classroom, and couldn’t find them. I also couldn’t find my schedule, although for some reason I knew that I was taking a bunch of really strange classes, like Charcoal Figure Drawing and History of Unionism.
Not sure what this means.