Crusty Bread

I had yet another dream about being in HS again the other night. It was probably the least remarkable of them all, though - the only unremarkable one, so I didn't remember it well enough to post. I DID have a postable dream last night. So before I forget...

This may be out of order, but the gist of it is that I was trying to register for classes, conversing with Bassett over the internet, talking to my dad, and ordering Chinese food. The details...

My dad had a girlfriend. In real life, he's still married to my mom. But in the dream, he had a gf. And for some reason, when ever I tried to talk to him, he was only in his boxers so I had to talk to him through a door or through this girlfriend. That's the particularly disturbing part of the dream.

Then there was registering. I kept having to try again because something would go wrong. I wasn't going through WINGS, it was some other site where I just picked my program from a drop down menu. Maybe all of the errors dealing with grad school registering have replaced my dreams where I'm sent back to HS because I didn't finish. Either way, I'm not impressed. I've already registered for all of my classes, and I'm set to graduate. So there better not be any more screw ups.

And then there's Bassett. I think I was emailing him back and forth (the only way we communicate other than the phone) about the registering and all of the problems I was having. During this process, I told him I was ordering Chinese food, and that I'd be happy to order some for him as well. He lives in FL.

I went online to check out their menu. Only, going online was strangely like teleporting my dad and I to the restaurant for a moment. It had one of those giant picture menus like you see in mall food courts. There were pictures of all the standard Chinese dishes - corn on the cob with french fries (appeared to be one entity), a fried chicken wrap, crusty bread...oh it makes me laugh. Crusty bread was a particularly big deal, but I can't remember why now.

Anyway, my dad deemed this acceptable, and we were teleported back to our original location (not sure where that was). I was explaining to him that it would be better if he went to pick it up because he would have to run out to the shipping store anyway. I started thinking of my options again, and suddenly a courier service came to mind. That would be much too slow, I decided...way slower than FedEx who gets it there magically, of course, without the slow driving of a courier.

Aren't dreams fun? My dad protested that sending 'Chinese' food to FL wasn't the best idea, but I insisted. And I sent one last email telling Bassett that I hoped his food arrived warm. I'm not sure if it did...