Res Ipsa Loquitur (phrase)- Latin, Legalese: "The Thing Speaks For Itself." . . . DREAM JOURNAL

Last night I had a dream set in the Canadian city where I went to undergrad. One college friend was managing a restaurant, and the waitress never brought out anything for me, so I was reporting her bad service to him. Then the dream turned into this whole sequence about Western-style snow and how much I miss it. I could watch those beautiful, dry layers building up and see that special way the streets in the northwest gleam when the snow has been plowed and packed down, but not totally removed. So unlike our miserable, slushy east-coast snow.

Hm, maybe I was cold when I was sleeping.

I then dreamt about New York, probably because I traveled there a month ago. In the dream, it was fairly clean and not too crowded. I found an apartment building in Manhattan with beautiful marble paneling everywhere, for an affordable price. While walking around, I overheard some attorneys talking about jobs and decided that I might move into the apartment to work and that my husband would join me there.

Ha, gorgeous, affordable apartments in a clean, open Manhattan. Talk about pure fantasy.

Last weekend or so, I had a really *odd* dream set in an underground world that was somehow near Germany. You'd drive along a few lovely country roads and suddenly be there. The people had a very strict society, though. The rulers told people who they had to marry, and so on. The architecture in the world was sort of old-England/old-Germany, with lots of plaster houses with dark wood accent beams, or Victorian-style houses covered in shingles. It all seemed pretty deep at the time, but I lost many details upon waking up.

Oh, and I had a bunch of "I have not really graduated from law school" dreams a few weeks ago. Usually, they'd be set in a class with a professor I didn't like and I'd have to study for a test that was coming up too soon, or I'd have to write a huge paper and did not have enough time. If I failed in the task, I would not graduate. In the last dream, though, my friend jeoshua called and said that I had to come back into the city where we went to law school and take an exam scheduled for the next day, otherwise our J.D.s would not count. In that dream, I realized that I was already an attorney. I protested that I had been planning to meet lyria for lunch the next day (this part was based on real life, and we did indeed meet for lunch as scheduled, dream-world exams aside).