Peace

Last night's dreams were...interesting.

The first one was that I was here, in the office, working during exam week.  I opened the testing room door to find it much bigger, with more students, more computers, and more tests to proctor.  I grabbed my list and stopped by the Dean's daughter.  Her computer wasn't working and I threw the mouse so that it hit the table.  I pretended that I had done it by accident because I was afraid of showing how angry I was.  (??)  Then I said something about the computer equipment "being an ass" and then said, "Whoops.  I shouldn't have said that..." she shook her head.  "I know...I should have said butt."  Then her dad stopped in and saw that we had a bazillion students and decided to leave me alone.  I got around to a few more students before I was stopped by one of students I know and she was complaining about having so many people in the room while she was trying to concentrate, so I found a big desk in the corner and had her sit there.

It was crazy, crowded, and I think I was about to go ballistic because of how many issues the technology and students were having.  It was stressful.

The other dream was pretty cool.

I was at a Taylor Swift concert (I think I was on stage with her -- which is funny because she has a Caitlin that plays fiddle on stage with her) and we were practicing, then performing (which was awesome -- all the dazzling lights, us rocking out, wearing great clothes), and then while everyone was cleaning up, Taylor, me and a bunch of people were star-gazing and talking about life and Taylor turned to me and gestured toward the sky.

"How do you find peace?" she asked.

I was silent for a few moments.

"I can't tell you definitively," I said, "but there's two things I've learned..."

And I told her two really great pieces of advice, both of which she thought were great.

And for the life of me, I can't remember what they were.