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Thursday, April 13, 2006

What does this mean?

Imagine this with a gas mask in your dream!


My brother, David, will kill me for posting this. According to him I am notorious for telling people my dreams. And according to him, most people don't care what my dreams are. More astonishingly, my dreams aren't that interesting to hear about. Obviously I beg to differ because I continue to recount my dreams to anyone who will listen. In any readers I may have I find a captive audience. However this dream really was particularly interesting.

I was in New York City to take my MCAT. Not only was I in New York, but I was at the beach. I was with a Princeton Review group and we were all taking the MCAT together. Well, to take the MCAT, we had to swim in the ocean. While we were swimming in the ocean, the questions were telepathically beamed into our brains and then we telepathically beamed back the answer. So we are splashing around, answering questions in our head and all of a sudden, the sky gets really dark. A funnel cloud was spotted on the horizon. They told everyone to get out of the water because a tornado was coming (that's right, a tornado, not a hurricane). So we all get out of the water and run to the beach. The water starts to recede and the fire trucks pull onto the beach. Everything gets real black, then real calm, though it was very sandstormy. The fire engines turn into elephanty things with gas masks on (very star wars) and we realize we are in the eye of the storm. Suddenly the tornado passes over with a big whooosh and we are out of it. I turn to my princeton review teacher and ask if we are going to continue to take the MCAT. She says no, it will be rescheduled back in Illinois. I asked if it would be in a classroom this time. She said probably, but they prefer to do it in the ocean because it relaxes people. We all hopped on a plane and headed back for Chicago.

Maybe that wasn't that interesting to read. However, it was a crazy dream and I'm not really sure what my subconscious was trying to tell me. Any thoughts?