So, let me preface this with a little anecdote about my morning. Yesterday, my laptop decided that it basically hated me and every time I turned it on, it sounded like a low-powered lawnmower. Unfortunately, it didn't cut grass, so this new feature was useless and pretty annoying. After listening to it for a while, I surmised that the sound was coming from the fan, so even though the computer itself was still functioning, if the fan wasn't working properly, it would quickly overheat and that leads to even more exciting problems.
When I discovered all of this, it was already 4:45 and the IT Service people were about to close up shop for the day, so I had to wait until this morning to bring my little baby down to their building. When I brought it in, they gave me a bunch of papers with a lot of words on them that basically say "We maintain the right to charge you lots of money for this repair and to take our own sweet time doing it." What was I supposed to do? I handed over the laptop and said a tearful goodbye, knowing that we would not be reunited for "at least five business days". As today is Friday, that meant an entire week of regular days.
After leaving my laptop in the capable hands of those more computer-savvy than I, I walked back to my dorm and decided I needed a nap. About thirty minutes after I had fallen asleep, the IT guy called me and said that the laptop was ready for me to pickup, it turns out there was just a little bit of dust in the fan so they cleaned it up for me free of charge. I never knew that a few specks of dust could sound like a handful of sizable pebbles. Anyways, I was thrilled, because I didn't have to pay any money and now my computer runs smoothly and quietly. If I close my eyes, it's as if I am sitting at a Mac.
So that story had a happy ending, but what I really want to talk about though, is the dream I had after I got of the phone with IT (because yes, I wanted to finish my nap).
In the dream, my mom and my stepdad were sending my little brother to college. Now, my baby brother is bright, but mind you, he's only thirteen. Besides, he already gets into enough trouble just in middle school, so why would they send him off to college where they can't keep an eye on him? Ah, that's where I come in. Instead of sending Jakob to UC Davis so that he could still live at home, under their noses for the majority of his day, they decided to send him to FSU. It's logical, because they could just set him up in the same dorm as his big sister and bam! built in babysitter.
Of course, none of this makes any sense, but it was a dream, so bear with me. Jakob is pretty upset by the whole situation. He's just a kid and he doesn't want to live so far away from his family and friends. In an effort to cheer him up, I tell him that I will help him unpack and settle in. While I am helping him carry his bags up the stairs, I tell him that whenever he feels lonely or homesick, he can always come see me, because I will be right down the hall. He said, "But Meghan, boys aren't allowed in the girls rooms, are they?" I thought for a moment. "That's not really true. There are some foggy, 'cohabitation' rules that no one really follows, but don't worry. You're my brother, so it won't even be a problem. If you're feeling sad or just want to hang out with someone other than your room mate, just come over and we'll lay out some sleeping bags and pillows and blankets on the floor and have a sleepover."
Maybe I shouldn't have used the word cohabitation in front of my little brother, but this was just a dream. Anyways, we finally get to his room and there's a little white board hung on the door that has his name and his room mate's name on it, but Jakob's name is spelled wrong, so I let him rewrite it before opening the door. This is the best part of the dream: the room was all the way at the end of the hall, kind of in a corner, and it was huge! It looked like someone had converted a three or four person suite into a double. Not only was there a bunch of space, but there was also two bathroom sinks and a long counter in front of a wall of mirrors, there was a kitchen sink, complete with garbage disposal, a bunch of cupboards and storage space, a stove, an oven, a private bathroom with a tub and this weird machine set into the wall that peeled, diced, or shaped fruit into fancy shapes (I want that machine to be real).
Clearly this room was being wasted on boys. Why didn't this magical room exist for girls? It looked like a studio apartment, except nicer. I ran out into the hallway and looked at the room number. "Okay, I told myself. I am going to remember this room number so that I can change my room assignment for next semester."
Of course, on waking up I realized that no such room exists at FSU, or anywhere. A dream is a wish your heart makes, a horrible, unresolvable wish that will only lead to heartbreak.
That fruit machine was the sh*t. Seriously. I want one.
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