Last night I had a
dream that I had just
quit my
job in
Virginia and that while
driving back to
Albuquerque I decided to just
stay in
Tennessee and go to
grad school there. The
city I ended up in was like a big
street festival, with lots of
people and
street music and stuff all over. The city was very
bicycle-
friendly for the most part (the city speed limit was about 15
MPH), but getting to the
university was a major
pain, since around the campus were lots of
trip wires which made my
bicycle slide down the whole length of them like in the boardgame
Sorry!.
In any case, I finally found campus and immediately fell in love with it, because they had an outdoor bar. However, they didn't have any beer worth mention; they'd never even heard of Corona. I made do with a Heineken, but they didn't seem to know what a lime was either - instead of squeezing a lime into my beer (like I asked), they put in a slice of zucchini.
I searched high and low for an apartment or house to live in, and finally found an apartment which is just like the house I'm currently living in in Las Cruces, but it was too noisy for my home theater, and so I decided to kill myself.