Call and Dream

[ndrosen]

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.

Comments

[thewayne]

My first name is the name my dad went by, and I'm still receiving occasional text messages about whether I want to sell the house. IT SOLD OVER TWO YEARS AGO. I don't reply, I just block 'em: if they can't be bothered to check current information, I can't be bothered to be polite to them.