Dreaming, a recreation:
As I said in class, my dream involved a teaching position here at the University. I'll try to recreate that in as much detail as possible:
The setting was Wilson Hall: the place of nightmares; the home of the minotaur. I had heard that there was going to be an opening in the English Department for a teaching position; more specifically, I believe it was ENG 238 Structure and Function of Language. The application process wasn't exactly part of the dream, but I knew that I had applied and that I was the most qualified candidate for the job. When the selection came out, I was not the front runner--though, I don't remember who was chosen. Needless to say, I was furious. That was supposed to be my job. In my fit of rage, I stomped out of the room and into one of the classes where Dr. Sexson was about to begin teaching or had just finished teaching and I unleashed all of my frustrations about not getting the job; and he, being one of the senior members of the staff could/should/would have influence on the hiring process of new teachers.
Obviously the stress and my frustration with applying for gradschool is getting to me.
