Call and Dream

While I was working on Friday afternoon, someone called. I had trouble understanding her, but managed to figure out that she was asking whether I wanted to sell my house. Some realtor’s office, I presume. I told her that I did not, in any case, have a house to sell; I lived in an apartment.

I woke up from an odd dream Saturday morning. I was in a school in Chicago, maybe high school level (I have spent a few days of my life in Chicago, but never attended school there). There was a brief quiz, and I figured that with my high intelligence and adult level of education, I should be able to handle it easily (although I think I was present as a teenager). However, things kept going wrong, because I couldn’t figure out just what the teacher was saying, or how I was supposed to deal with the questions.