scarfman | Dream

I dreamed I spent a weekend in Evanston wandering the Northwestern campus. I wasn't there to see any particular people or event even though, in the dream, my parents lived there instead of here. I spotted Geraldo Rivera on the street more than once. By the end of the weekend people I didn't recognize knew me, or perhaps they'd already known me when I arrived. At the end of the dream I was walking the streets of Evanston south of the campus, finishing the pizza I'd bought for lunch as time came to catch the bus home, cranky because I haven't finished my degree.*

* I haven't finished my bachelor's, but I do have an associate's.