Written at 10:04am on 06 May 2020, Wednesday:
I was at some brunch round table, I think there were people around but didn’t see them, or wasn’t seeing them because I was so fascinated by this. . . thing, which I don’t even know what to call it now. It’s one of those old rolls of photographic film in its plastic casing before you put it in a camera, or in this case, having used up all the shots in the film, before you submit it to a photo developing store. It’s film for an old, non-digital camera. In the dream I knew it’s been used, ready to be developed, and I was fascinated by it, by what photos or images were in it but could not see. I thought this must be so old, and then its film was in some portfolio, or maybe it was first in one of those black plastic canisters and I see the date on it said May 2019, I think. . . or maybe May 2020, I’m not really sure.
Then I’m in some pub quiz with two other people, one I think was Jerry Seinfeld, but he wasn’t doing or saying anything. It was like he was just a statue or shadow to my right or behind me. To my left or in front of me there’s this woman from when I was an undergrad volunteering with a student group to raise awareness about problems of sexual assault on campus. And I guess we got a question right, she was so happy, jumping up and down, we hi-fived and she fell on the floor laughing and got right back up laughing, excited, saying we gotta get the next question right. And then it was announced that they were changing the MC or whoever it was announcing the questions, and my female pubquiz partner got excited because she knew this MC, who then comes over to say hi, I guess. He looks at our card of answers, which I see had “PhD” written on it. And my partner was then so serious, saying to the guy that we gotta win the pubquiz so she can get her PhD. And I was a little jealous that she was just paying attention to this other guy, and I said to her, you know it’s not a real “PhD,” it’s just a card from the pubquiz, and I thought what I said was funny. I think she laughed, too. . .
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