Dreams – 9/10/01

I was “there”, of course. Not terribly surprising in and of itself, but I think I’ve come to a few important conclusions.

I was roaming around the outside of the Theater. The Theater’s real life counterpart is a small renovated chapel that was originally built in the early 1800’s. I should also clarify that I’m talking “stage” theater, not cinema. As I was walking towards the building, someone asked me where the registration building was. I showed them the basement entrance of a large glass and concrete structure nearby. Then I made my way back to the Theater.  

This time, as I was getting ready to enter, Jen (my advisor’s daughter) walked by with kids in tow, and said “hi, Kevin!” to me, even though I hadn’t thought she’d recognize me. She kept on going, and I wasn’t up for chatting with her, so I went inside. 

Some major renovations had been going on, as there was now another stage, several more offices, and an elevator. Parts of it were quite modern. As I was roaming the halls, I ran into an African-American gentleman whom I’d never met before.  

“He’s outside,” he said to me. I went out the back door, and there he was.

My advisor. Waiting for me.

He looked healthier than he had when I knew him (which might mean a few things). He was wearing a light blue suit, a hat, and sunglasses.

“I see you’ve finally found me.” he said.

“Yes.” I said.

“Good. We have a lot of things to talk about. But first, have you ever pondered the social and metaphysical significance of The Three Stooges?”

I blinked. “Uh…”

“Think about it. Two of them were brothers, or at least they were most of the time. Moe and Curly. Moe and Shemp…”