March 31st, 2005
The Dreams I Dream Each Night
Last night I dreamed my grandmother was giving me a bunch of her old clothes—cute vintage stuff from when she was younger—and while we dug through the stuff, we listened to music from my iPod.
Except that everytime I hit play, it tried to play a podcast from ai, and for some reason I didn’t want my grandmother listening to the podcasts. Oh, and every time this would happen, it would be a completely new podcast that I’d never heard.
I had to check this morning to make sure there wasn’t a new podcast up. That would have been freaky.
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That’s better than the dream I had last night: I was giving my moot court oral argument (I’m up this Friday) and I was before the 7th Circuit, with both Easterbrook and Posner sitting. I’m feeling well prepared (or so I thought) for my actual argument this Friday. Only in my dream I was arguing a case I had never even read. They were blasting me left and right, like a tag team match, when someone came up, tapped me on the shoulder and said, “um, you’re in the wrong room. Your argument is down the hall.”