i had yet another williams-ish dream. again, in this dream, there was some class that i was taking that i was doing poorly in. actually, it seemed further in the quarter, and there were assignments that i had not done. i recall looking in some file box, and seeing everyone else's "tests" turned in, but not mine, because i hadn't done it... there was a sense of mild panic in this, because i knew i couldn't make it up.
then there was another strange part of the dream, where dr. fauci, apparently my history teacher, came up to me, and asked to speak to me. when i went to his office, he told me that he hadn't realized that i had taken the same course before, and that he needed to improve my participation and morality (?) grades, because up until then he had been giving me low scores on these, based on my participation in class... i remember thinking, how could he make judgments on these things when i hadn't really turned anything in for the class?
in any case, i had this mild thought that i needed to talk to some registrar or something, because i was essentially paying for a class i had already passed before.
not much else in this dream... except this. when i returned to my dorm room, it felt so profoundly empty and lonely. unlike in previous dreams, there was no one around. i remember recalling that none of my friends were at the school any more. phil had already graduated. and i remember looking at the four walls of the dorm room and feeling incredibly... i don't know. i was starving, but i recall not really wanting to go out into that emptiness to get something.
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