la vida es sueño

These past couple of days I've had very intense dreams at night. One that I remember most vividly is about me going to this huge apartment building because someone told me to get something for someone else, etc. The buiding was huge, like 218-Bishop huge, and run down like building-full-of-Mexicans-on-Chapel-and-Dwight run down (yes, I have been apartment-hunting recently). The weird part was that each floor was more like a street in itself, with stores and traffic signs (and shady apartments), and there seemed to be no clear logic to the numbering. After I finally found apartment four-hundred-something on the 13th floor, I came in and the guys asked me if came to pick up the CD. "Yes," I snap back quickly, remembering that it was a CD what I had come for. But then he asked me for money or something. "Err... I think this is not the CD I want..." I hurry and leave the place, run downstairs and try to look for B8 (yeah, our classroom in the Econ Dept at 28 Hillhouse)... 529... 1043... 295... and I thought I was on the 13th floor but I go down more than 13 stories... and all of a sudden I feel like I'm in the World Trade Center... and i still try to persuade myself, "can't be, WTC's walls can't be this bad..." Finally, I reach B8, the Indians are there... I go to Pipi who was memorizing some formula for Moscarini's test and I whisper what just happened and I think of Panzas and Deby who just can't whisper at the library cuz I just feel that everybody is listening to what I'm saying even though no one seems to be looking. I tell him that I'm sure these guys are into drug-dealing or child- or organ-trafficking or something and he bursts out in laugh. "Dude, I'm serious -- we gotta jump!!" Oh, and for some reason, B8 was on a second floor instead of a basement.

- I am not jumping!

- Dude, we can't just step outside! These guys are chasing me and I'm sure they are waiting for us outside of the classroom!

- But I didn't do shit!

- But now you know, so they are going to kill you too!

- Papaya, can't jump, gotta run... you jump, just give me my 8 dollars, and we'll meet later at Koffee too? hehe (moronic laugh)

- Don't be such a P.P.!! it's just one story!

- No, and I have to go.

I rush outside through the open window, spidermanishly tiptoe through the cornice until I hear a blast.

Then I wake up.

The second dream I remember is about our micro professor. Rumor has it that he's been offered a job at NYU and he might leave us soon. Well, he tells me he needs to talk to me, I go to his office and he tells me that he's leaving. Why me? I don't know... but then I learn that in 20 minutes there'll be a general meeting with the rest of the department in which he'll let us know about his decision. All of a sudden, we just disappear and reappear in 106, which is exactly where 106 is right now in the econ building, except the room is much larger and laid out differently. Then, out of thin air, the rest of the people start literally popping up in the middle of the classroom and without any introduction, the professor starts his speech. Suddenly someone walks in, I can't see him and I don't know whether it's a professor or a student, but he gives an extensive list of reasons why he should stay. The wife then starts yelling, "don't let them persuade you! Plus, we can't stay! We already sold the house!" but everybody starts walking towards the professor and everybody at the same time is muttering how much they love him, how much he's contributed to the dept, how great he is, etc. The situation is very tense, people block the doorway and tell him that he's not leaving, the wife is crying, his eyes look weepy and he can barely speak... and people keep approaching him and I think of Michael Jackson's Thriller and the girl in the video. Then he mumbles that he's gotta show us something and he'll be right back. So everybody lets him pass and when he's right by the door, he turns around in his own funny way, then just runs away, leaving the wife behind.

End of dream.

Other than that, last night we had a dinner with Jaime Serra Puche, Mexico's former Minister of Finance. I was excited, not only because I'd have the honor to have dinner with him, but also because we were going to Roomba, one of the trendiest restaurants in New Haven, and people have told me that it's really good -- of course, the chef and owner is Mexican! Anyway, they messed up our reservation, couldn't get a decent 10-people table. Then Serra arrived and said that was even better since he didn't feel like having a fancy dinner and preferred to have some good New Haven pizza, so we went to Bar. This guy is extremely interesting, his conversational skills and eloquence are outstanding... and I couldn't stop thinking of how we were talking of ex-presidents, attorney-generals, and directors of Mexican movies, as if they were our closest buddies...

One day...