I'm inside a hotel on a vacation with some friends from my PhD cohort. I overhear someone talking about one of our comprehensive exams. It's tonight!
I panic, I haven't studied at all! We have already made plans to explore the city but I'm debating whether I should stay at the hotel and study. I freak out and ask my friends if they've studied for the exam. One of my friend tells me that she's only studied a couple of days before. I haven't read any of the articles, don't know anything about the topic, and am clueless about the research on the subject. I tell her I can't go, that I won't pass the exam. She calmly tells me that she has the notes and all I have to do is memorize the outline. I tell her I won't be able to do all that within a couple of hours if the exam is tonight.
Next thing I know, I'm in line to go to the bathroom. There's a really long line but I'm at the front. Someone finally gets out of one of the stalls. I lock the door and as I'm about to pee, I realize that the stalls are separated by curtains. I can see the other people next to me. There are small beds in these stalls and the two girls have their bags and clothes hung on the door and go to sleep in the bathroom. This is why the bathroom line is so long! Because these girls are sleeping inside the stall!
I think to myself how smart they are to sleep there so that they don't have to pay for the hotel. I am apparently in Vegas and I know these girls are just taking a nap before going out to the clubs again. I wonder how they can deal with the smell but the Vegas bathrooms are so clean that they're beautiful.
And then... I wake up.
Monday, December 19, 2011
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
shooting someone
I'm inside the office where all the PhD students' offices are. There are some shooters running around the building and people have told us to stay inside the office.
My friend Angie and I decide to investigate and want to catch these bad guys. We grab some guns that we find in the office. We peek outside the hallway and don't see anyone. There are lots of cabinets out in the hallway. We sneak behind them, waiting for the bad guys to come through the hallway. I sit down behind one of the cabinets and Angie hides behind one of them further away from me. Two Asian guys walk by as if they're just students roaming the halls.
I know that all students have been told to stay in the office. These two guys must be the shooters. They walk past pretending not to notice me but I see one of them stopping in his tracks because he caught a glimpse of my gun. He reaches for the inside of his jacket. I wonder "Is this a dream? Am I really about to shoot someone right now?" Angie is frozen in place, looking at me with panic. I shoot both of them. But the bullets fly in slow motion and they look like balls of paint just touching them. I shoot a couple more times and they slowly fall to the ground.
There's no blood anywhere. A couple of seconds later, the shooters start talking and start to stand up. I try to shoot them again but nothing's happening to them. Angie looks at her gun and realizes she bought blanks instead of real bullets. We look at each other not knowing what to do.
And then... I wake up.
My friend Angie and I decide to investigate and want to catch these bad guys. We grab some guns that we find in the office. We peek outside the hallway and don't see anyone. There are lots of cabinets out in the hallway. We sneak behind them, waiting for the bad guys to come through the hallway. I sit down behind one of the cabinets and Angie hides behind one of them further away from me. Two Asian guys walk by as if they're just students roaming the halls.
I know that all students have been told to stay in the office. These two guys must be the shooters. They walk past pretending not to notice me but I see one of them stopping in his tracks because he caught a glimpse of my gun. He reaches for the inside of his jacket. I wonder "Is this a dream? Am I really about to shoot someone right now?" Angie is frozen in place, looking at me with panic. I shoot both of them. But the bullets fly in slow motion and they look like balls of paint just touching them. I shoot a couple more times and they slowly fall to the ground.
There's no blood anywhere. A couple of seconds later, the shooters start talking and start to stand up. I try to shoot them again but nothing's happening to them. Angie looks at her gun and realizes she bought blanks instead of real bullets. We look at each other not knowing what to do.
And then... I wake up.
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