Last night I dreamed about going to a graduate school interview. It isn’t like grad school hasn’t been on my mind, but I think my subconscious is getting ahead of itself. After all, I don’t even know if I’ll get an interview yet. I hope I do, but I can’t be worrying about something that probably won’t happen when I should be worrying about why it isn’t happening.
Also, I highly doubt a game of darts vs the Creative Writing faculty is a part of any accredited MFA program on the planet, and if it is, I will go to that school. End of discussion.
I also found it strange how few members of the faculty were speaking English. I suppose not being able to understand your interview questions is the grad school equivalent of a showing-up-to-school-without-pants dream.
Finally, the dream featured an awful lot of people I don’t really like from my philosophy classes also interviewing for places in MFA programs. It would make far too much sense for my brain to fill the waiting room with writers I know. I guess I’d actually like to see most of those people. Meanwhile there are some real standouts from my philosophy major that I hope to never again engage in conversation. Note to other philosophy majors/minors: I like most of you. Really, I do! but there were two people waiting for an interview with whom I have never agreed.
The lesson here, I think, is that my subconscious and me are not on particularly good terms. It’s sort of like living with a prankster inside my own brain.