I had to draw furnishings on chalkboard tiles to create the rooms that the characters in this dream would perform in. I did a great job drawing furniture, even pulling off a canopy bed by envisioning one for me to “trace” onto the tile. Still, for the life of me, I couldn’t draw any people. Nothing but distorted, mutated stick figures, which was unfortunate for them when they attempted to come to life.

In another dream, I was back in college and, several weeks into the first trimester, decided to go back to work at my work-study job, hoping that my tardy report to duty would be let go. I discovered we had a new boss in the office, and one who actually cracked the whip to get the place organized at that. She was pretty passive-aggressive in noting my absence up until that point (”You do know how to complete this according to our new policy we went over in orientation, right?” and so on). I got the impression she didn’t like me much.