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I dreamed that I was in Montreal. I dreamed that I had applied for, and gotten into, a grad program at McGill, and was now starting in a handful of days, even though I had not:
-found an apartment
-ended my current lease
-cleaned and packed my current apartment
-arranged a plan for moving my stuff
-nor was I sure exactly what grad program I had gotten into or why.
Nevertheless there I was! And spent the rest of the dream desperately trying to navigate around the city, trying to find the main library at McGill so that I could get on Craigslist. By the time I navigated around all the abstract sculptures to get to the byzantine, unnavigable library, I woke up.
When I woke up I realized that I was making up the abstract sculptures and the byzantine library and I remembered perfectly well what the campus looked like.
Oh, Montreal. I miss my beautiful city.
-found an apartment
-ended my current lease
-cleaned and packed my current apartment
-arranged a plan for moving my stuff
-nor was I sure exactly what grad program I had gotten into or why.
Nevertheless there I was! And spent the rest of the dream desperately trying to navigate around the city, trying to find the main library at McGill so that I could get on Craigslist. By the time I navigated around all the abstract sculptures to get to the byzantine, unnavigable library, I woke up.
When I woke up I realized that I was making up the abstract sculptures and the byzantine library and I remembered perfectly well what the campus looked like.
Oh, Montreal. I miss my beautiful city.