From: mdhangton@gmail.com   
      
   On Monday, April 21, 2014 11:47:34 PM UTC-4, J.Pascal wrote:   
      
   >    
   > The other day I had a doozy.  I was taking a shortcut through the education   
   building on campus and the hallway from one door to the other had an outside   
   wall on one side (it really does) and offices with big plate windows on the   
   other (not quite right).   
     So my dream self looks into the offices as I walk by and there are pigs in   
   them.  Office furniture and pigs.  And a sow and piglets and I look closer and   
   a boar, too.  And the boar is doing something so I look closer and it's   
   chewing on a person.     
   People all over are just walking by.  So I grab a young man and bodily pull   
   him into the room and shout at him to pull the person out while I yell and   
   shout and wave my arms to scare the boar (turns out they were potbelly sized)   
   away from the person.  So    
   the chewed on person/body gets pulled out and I look up and a school teacher   
   with a field trip of 2nd graders is coming in the other end of the room, so I   
   scream at her to get the kids out until she gives me a dirty look (like I'm   
   the crazy person) and    
   leaves.  I go out into the hall to find that no one called help for the chewed   
   person, and I look down and find out it's my youngest child (a teenager) and I   
   say "wake up" and she stands up and a chunk of her arm is hanging there and   
   she says, I'm fine,    
   just a scratch...  and then it got weird... something involving my petrology   
   profs, canyons, and directional mines (explosives, not holes in the ground.)   
      
      
   That is what I tried to say about university system.   
      
      
   Once I had a dream, it was a pretty much complete story, and it seemed like a   
   really good idea, and I was excited.  Two weeks later I saw a movie named The   
   Truman Show, involving Jon Carrey.  It was almost identical.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)