Last night, I dreamt of going back to college.
As I wandered around a campus that may have been CU, I walked through the bookstore. But it only had trinkets and decorative books for sale. I assumed all the textbooks must be in a digital format now.
I looked for the physical place where I would register for my classes. However, it was nowhere to be found. I assumed that registering online was my only option.
It seemed as if there wasn’t much that I could do on campus. But the college was teaming with people. The walkways were crowded with chattering students.
I must have looked out of place because some guy introduced himself. For a while, I walked with him. We talked a bit. I kept hoping to get a better understanding of how things worked now. It never came.
I didn’t feel bad about it all seeming so unfamiliar. I was curious and optimistic that things would work out. Had I kept dreaming, maybe they would have.
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