Friday, June 8, 2007

Like You Didn't Already Know That My Subconscious Was Scary?

So, I had the "moving out of college" dream for like the thousandth time last night. But THIS TIME we drove through Vegas on the way home, got involved in a shootout at a casino, met Frank Beamer at a restaurant, had our car broken into, and then hung out with a bunch of thugs at a pool without water.

Explanation: Dreams always seem to make more sense when you're having them.

It's been years since I got out of school and yet my subconscious still dwells on one of the following on a regular basis:

  1. Moving out of college
  2. Moving back to college
  3. Being at college and knowing that there's a class I'm enrolled in, but I don't know where it is.
Last night, I had to move my stuff out of a dorm, but apparently my subconscious was feeling a little more creative than usual.

And the highlight of my dream? I see Frank Beamer, who is having a conversation with someone else while waiting for a table at a restaurant. (If you didn't know, Frank Beamer, pictured left, is the head football coach at Virginia Tech, my alma mater.) I walk by him, pat him on the shoulder and say, "Hi Coach!" Without hesitating, I get a big smile and he says "Hey, Jeremy! Good to see you!" Eight years out of school and he still remembers me! Pretty good memory for a guy who never met me, huh?

Special Blog Bonus: In honor of my subconscious, here's a purple elephant in sneakers:


jack said...


Remember, Sigmund Freud said "Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, but pretending to know a Hokie coach is just sick."

But, at least you no longer worry about being picked up from nursery school.

Jeremy said...

Why do you say that? Isn't somebody going to come get me???