I Dream of Clooney: Will He Grant Me 3 Wishes?
I did not get my beauty sleep last night. Constantly, I kept waking up in a state of panic only to go back to sleep for a mere hour or so before the next episode. You can thank George Clooney for my sleeplessness and any grumpiness I may demonstrate toward my classmates tomorrow.
In my dream, George happened to be an assistant for Dr. Szanton’s aging class. I got my paper back, and I received a 60%. I was livid. I spoke to George in the most composed tone of voice possible and said, “George, I did not deserve a 60% on this paper. We need to talk.” He mockingly replied, while laughing with his flat and thinly shaped teeth smiling back at me, “Oh yes you did. In fact you deserved a 50%.” At that point, I lost it. I rolled up my paper, as you would a newspaper to discipline your dog, and used it as a tool of emphasis as I continued to state my case. I made one point after the other of why I deserved a better grade. With each point I made, I took one step toward George as George took one step away from me until he was up against the wall.
I know what you’re thinking. It was here in the dream that I passionately kissed George and he gave me an A for excellence! Unfortunately, that is not what happened. Instead, I told him I was going to have to leave, gather my thoughts and composure, and we would finish this conversation tomorrow.
Can someone interpret this dream for me?
So far I’m thinking:
1. I care more about my school work than George Clooney.
2. I believe there is a need for more male students in the School of Nursing.
3. I am anxious because Dr. Szanton has kept us in suspense over our papers for three weeks.
4. Maybe I should be a lawyer.
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Oh, and George, I'll have to get back to you on my three wishes :)