Dream Journal
B and I move into a new apartment that is located on the university campus located on the tundra very far north. We unpack box after box from the truck and haul it inside. The interior of the building is very nice. The floors are beautiful hardwood, and the rooms are quite spacious. I comment to B that this apartment is much bigger than our last on-campus apartment, and we’re paying less for this one. I was pleased with it.
Unpacking boxes, some music comes on in the foyer of the apartment building. There are only four apartments in the building, and I can tell this blaring music is coming from the common entryway. I look up from the floor of my living room, through a glass wall and into the foyer. It is empty. I walk into the foyer to find this music’s source, and end up outside in the middle of the tundra far from the building.
B and I are lying on a bench in this tundra: he on his back and I his stomach. We are kissing with enthusiasm as the sun sets. I wonder why we are not cold this far north when we are not even wearing jackets. He no longer wants to kiss so we get up.
I am now standing in front of a large desk, sill far away from any building. There is a man behind this desk who is full of information. I ask him many questions about the school and all of the programs.
With a sweep of his hand, he indicates to the tundra before him (and behind me) where many other university students are wandering. He tells me that this far north campus only offers two-year degrees. I am worried about not being able to study chemistry, but he assures me that I can get my chemistry finished in two years.