Dream Journal
I stood in a short line to register for college. There were four or five other lines on my left, all of them filled with my high school classmates. The lines were moving extremely slow and everyone was restless.
I noticed a shorter line far to my right that was moving much faster. I pulled B by his arm over to the short line. There were two special needs kids in front of us, and then we were at the front.
The woman behind the counter asked if we wanted the special meal plan. I asked her what it was, but she didn’t answer me. I asked her a few more times, and she finally told me that you would move from home to home, building to building, and different people feed us a different meal.
I was sightly confused and stammered that I was a good cook and B liked my cooking. Feeling a bit more composed, I told her that I liked cooking so we wouldn’t be needing any meal plan.
We were then outside in the middle of campus following a few boys who were walking around the campus in trench coats with their hands stuffed deep in their pockets.