Had a strange dream last night. Dreamt I was sitting outside with some other people I didn't like very much, just watching traffic go by, trying to ignore a woman who was asking us to tell about our recurring dreams. I didn't want to answer because I didn't want to talk to her, but I eventually told her about my recurring dream: in it, I was asleep... and dreaming... except in that dream I knew I was dreaming.

That and getting to school and realizing I forgot to put clothes on.

Anyway, that was the dream. Somehow I am reminded of a story my friend Andre told me back in our college years, a story involving two seemingly unrelated events. First, he encountered a man on the subway having a seizure, but no one would help. So Andre helped the guy -- but everyone around him pretended nothing was happening. It annoyed him, he said, until he got to his lecture hall and sat down for class. And fell asleep.

While asleep, he dreamt that he was falling down a mountain, almost in slow motion. And there were people all along the way who wouldn't help him. So in the dream, he just kept falling. And he screamed:

"Aaaaaggggghhh!"

Except the scream wasn't confined to the dream. He woke himself up to a professor who was upon him.

"Is there a problem?" the professor asked.

"No... I had a bad dream," Andre replied.

"You had a bad dream last night?"

"No, just now."

Life was always better when you had people like that in your lecture hall (in law school, there was an Antitrust class where the room divided into two sections: sleeping and just-yawning).