In this dream, I’m back at my previous grad school, from which I
was expelled for my unacceptable taste in reading. I walk into the
seminar room on the second, or was it third?, floor along with several
of the students. These aren’t my classmates from back then but fresh
recruits. Two of the professors are present in the room. I begin to
discuss important authors like Hamsun. The professors’ reaction is
disapproving, as expected, although more muted than it would be in
waking life. But afterward some of the students express enthusiasm for
the ideas I brought up.
I hope there’s more to this dream than meets the eye. It’s so
silly to dream of converting bigots or to curry their approbation.