Last night I had a dream
that I had just quit
and that while driving
back to Albuquerque
I decided to just stay
and go to grad school
there. The city
I ended up in was like a big street festival
, with lots of people
and street music
and stuff all over. The city was very bicycle
for the most part (the city speed limit was about 15 MPH
), but getting to the university
was a major pain
, since around the campus were lots of trip wire
s which made my bicycle
slide down the whole length of them like in the boardgame Sorry!
In any case, I finally found campus and immediately fell in love with it, because they had an outdoor bar. However, they didn't have any beer worth mention; they'd never even heard of Corona. I made do with a Heineken, but they didn't seem to know what a lime was either - instead of squeezing a lime into my beer (like I asked), they put in a slice of zucchini.
I searched high and low for an apartment or house to live in, and finally found an apartment which is just like the house I'm currently living in in Las Cruces, but it was too noisy for my home theater, and so I decided to kill myself.