I had an odd dream last night, one that starred three of my current students and possibly a man I play hockey with (possibly, because I think he was a composite character).
I met them in a Metro station, one that doesn’t exist. I drove them around downtown Montreal in a car, but it wasn’t really downtown Montreal and it certainly wasn’t my car.
The weird part came after that. You know those dreams when you have to take a test and realize you’re naked? I had what must be the other side of that coin. I had a date with one of the students. I think I parked at the top of McTavish, and as we walked toward the McGill ghetto, I realized I was only in my burgundy boxers (those are real). We returned to the car so I could put my clothes on, but the student said it was fine and got down to her underwear. Then we got a parking ticket.
I spent most of Friday looking for more paying work. The most immediate dividend was an interview for a Web community position on Wednesday. Friday, I go to court to resolve this. That must be where the dream’s parking ticket came in.