Dream journal

I was taking some kind of chemistry class, aimed at self-motivated, interested adults already out of college. In a previous class [this dream had the feel of a continuation of a dream on previous nights, although I don't remember having such a dream] we had done some kind of experiment comparing measurements of several elements on the same row of the periodic table, and the teacher reminded us that the deadline for our 30-40-page reports was tomorrow, and he was looking forward to reading our intelligent, sophisticated analysis. I had done the experiment and written down the results, which were pretty much as expected, but I really didn't think there was that much to say about them. On the other hand, I didn't want to disappoint him, so I was about to tell D. I had a bunch of homework to do tonight, then decided "No, that was just a dream."

Possible inspiration: D. found on YouTube a bunch of episodes of "Head of the Class", a 1980's sitcom about a class of gifted and talented high school students, and we've watched a number of them together in the last week or two. I don't think I had ever seen the show before, as I didn't own or live with a television for most of the 1980's.


There was another interesting dream last night too, having something to do with four-part musical harmony, but it's gone now.