I awoke from a bizarre dream this morning. It beganin the cubicle labyrinth of the Department of Social and Cultural Analysis, with Andy yelling at me because of some undergrad I was supposed to call about GSOC, which, in reality, never happened because no such situation existed. Things shifted to the other side of the department and a large classroom which does not in fact exist, and a meeting with the first years about the union was interrupted by heckling right wing racists, everyone stormed out, and i scurried after them trying to conduct the meeting, only to find myself at a UOC rally at which the UOC was inexplicably and improbably performing orientalism in the figure of some supposedly Turkish woman clad like a bellydancer in some old movie and then that turned into a civil disobedience and everyone got arrested, including me, next to Meghan D whom I have not seen in like 3 and a half years, and then the cops put iron masks on our faces (like the kind they use for welding) and tortured us by pouring acid on our skin.

Thoughts?