Last night I had a dream that I met John Durham....
He was a proff dept at the college where I did my undergrad. He was supposed to be investigating a scandal there and everyone was abuzz about it, but no one had seen him for months....
Then I went to interview at graduate schools, one of which was a big rival. When I got there I found out Durham had been working there the whole time, and everybody knew it, but no one there really cared because, meh, it was a scandal at another school....
So i met a plain Jane grad student and found out she worked for Durham. I started prying trying to see if she would tell me anything about his investigation. She actually caved and started giving me some info....
Then Durham walked over and shut her down while muttering cryptic stuff and all the people around started sneering at me. I tried to ask Durham questions directly but he snubbed me and commenced to give his grad student a neck massage...
Sadly, Durham was taller and thinner than I would have expected. He was wearing shorts and sandals, and talked like Donald Sutherland.
Not a good omen😜
Not a good omen😜
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