I was pretty harrowed by a particular course I took last quarter and PO’ed by my final grade in the course. However, a dream I had about the course has shattered me even more.
A friend who had also taken up the course (Yes Addy, it’s you) comes up to me and says very matter-of-factly, ‘Hey Amrita! Did you hear – ABC got an A+ in Game Theory. She was the only one who got one. Wow! She’s smart, isn’t she? She’s smart, isn’t she? She’s smart, isn’t she?
(A picture is worth a thousand words)
I woke up mortified. No, not because ABC had got an A+ in Game Theory (that was a scary thought too, even though she wasn’t in the class) but because I was stung in the face by one tight slap in my sleep: by a dream straight out of a Lindsay Lohan teen drama, a dream that would not qualify as a case study even in Psychology 101. Damn, I expected my subconscious to have a little more class. I thought I was poetry, turns out I am burlesque.
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I have a theory that dreams are a glimpse into another space, another time, a parallel universe where you made different choices, and are free to make more.
I think my parallel universe is a house of mirrors: it surrounds you with the obvious, exaggerates nuances and distorts straight lines.
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Edit: For all those who asked, ABC was not in the Game Theory class at all, so don’t try and guess her identity.
