So where was I? Oh yeah. I was telling you about the philosci dreams I’d been having, EVERY SINGLE NIGHT after Old Dude appeared and told me I had to go back to school.
I hadn’t written anything for about a week because to be honest, there was very little to say, other than the massive, boring downloads that had to do with very large, and conversely, very small things, and the actions and reactions that they exhibited with each other, as well as in conjunction with other external factors.
It’s all rather tedious and not much fun, but it was very predictable. As soon as I got into bed, I would fall into a deep dream-state filled with these moving diagrams of geometries, spinning and cavorting in space.
And there would be some dull voice, droning on and on about how different geometries affect the currents of the liquid that they were floating in.
I learned about the mind-numbing array of geometries out there and their specific names, and I learned how to calculate the effects of the currents, depending on the shape difference of each geometry.
I learned that it was these currents that had been generated by these various odd-shaped geometries that caused very predictable things to happen in other areas…that so-called spooky action at a distance was really just the currents of the liquid water bouncing off the odd angles and planes of various geometries.
OK. I know, I know. Enough with these boring details. I know you guys would prefer to hear the action parts of the dream.
I don’t remember most of the philosci data I received upon waking, but I do remember the classroom drama that I was involved in last night, so let me recount the tale before I completely forget about it all.
As I’ve been saying, Old Dude put me back in school. My classroom had plenty of students, but one of those students is an exquisite girl with long wavy black hair and eyes so mesmerizing that the only way to describe her would be a single word.
For some reason, she followed me around from class to class, and attached herself to me.
From the look of things, we were best friends. However, attached to her were five guys of varying looks and disposition. As she clung onto me, they stuck to her like little puppies on a stretchy line. Wherever we went, there they invariably would appear.
These guys were all in love with her and each vowed in his own way, that he would be there for her, through thick and thin, no matter what happened. It was all very sweet in a corny kind of way.
Well, it would have been fine if it hadn’t been for the fact that she got pregnant.
Of the five guys following her, only two had anything to do with the pregnancy. Since there was no way of knowing which guy had actually fathered the child, until such time as the baby was born and could be tested, she asked me to be the mediator, and to set up talks with the two guys who were affected by this turn of event.
So there I was, talking with them. I pointed out the two who actually had something to do with the state she was in, and surprisingly enough, all five vehemently insisted that they would take care of her. Since I was her friend, it was my job to pass on whatever gifts and support the guys had promised her.
At first, it was a very steady stream of gifts and funds, but towards the end of the semester, there was only one guy left who was still around and taking her to and from classes, and making sure she was tutored enough to finish out the semester.
Exams came and went, and on the last day, when we were supposed to go check our scores, I was there with her. The only guy who was still hanging around her went into the classroom to check on the exam scores.
For a long time, he did not come out, so she told me to go in and look for him. I slipped into the room to see that he was in deep discussion with one of the teachers. From where I was standing, I could see that his score was 1050, a full 50 points above the top mark of 1000. Her score was 520, which was a failing grade (a passing score would need to be 550).
I could see what was taking him so long. He was pleading with the teacher to please, take the 50 from his score and pass it over to my friend so she could have a 570, which would be considered very low, but passing. I was amazed at his score because I had already seen my own grade, which was 970—not shabby for a lazy Taobabe like me; but how he got an extra 50 points was beyond me, since I didn’t see any extra bonus point questions.
In any case, it was a moot point. The teacher was having none of it. My friend would have to retake the semester to properly learn the information that she did not absorb. The guy could not shift his extra points over to her, and in fact, the teacher had no power to do so either.
I slipped back out of the classroom to let her know what had just transpired. This was bad because it meant she would be left behind while the rest of us who had passed, moved onto the next world where we would continue our studies.
From behind me, I could hear the sound of the door opening and then closing, and I could see them wordlessly look at each other.
I left them, clinging to each other as if they would soon be parted. And in deed, that was what happened.
The very next day, after finals had been calculated, I was on board some flying ship, along with the rest of the students who had passed. We were heading out for another school.
Our next adventure lies ahead. More classes to take. More streaming downloads of crazy philosci information. More new friends to make. More of everything.
This dream still has details to it, but I’ll leave it for the next installment, since this post is getting rather long.