2005-02-17 10:54:00 +0000

I was proctoring the biggest lab in the world, and I was all by myself. Suddenly, I realized that it was time to close! I quickly announced that the lab was closed and everyone had to leave. Hundreds of people started madly rushing for the doors. I slipped into a stairwell, went down a few flights, and came out on a balcony overlooking some large classroom. The walls were painted dark, the lights were low and half a dozen students were sitting in a broken circle around Anthony Hopkins. One of the students was a friend of mine, and she was asking him something.

I left that room and went down some more stairs and out a door that opened to a parking lot. I met some people I knew from England, chatted with them for a minute or two, then told them I needed to get back to work.

I entered the stairwell again, and on the way up I noticed that there were backpacks scattered all over the stairs. When I got back up to my enormous lab, there were still hundreds of people milling about. Once again, I anounced that the lab was closed and everyone needed to go home. Once again, people started running for the exit.

Then, like your stereotypical immature fratboy college sophomore, some guys started taking books and writing all over them. I tried to be nice and ask them to stop, but they soon decided they didnʼt want to leave, and turned on me.

I got away from them somehow, and ran up some open stairs, so I could still see the huge room. When I got to the first landing, I was on the verge of tears because I had lost complete control of the lab and I had a mob of angry fratboy college sophomores on my heels. Suddenly, I looked up and was overwhelmingly relieved to be looking into the eyes of

I have a hard time remembering dreams, especially when I wait so long to write them down. I donʼt remember who I saw.