Dreaming, but not about classmates

I wish I had more classes that dealt directly with politics. It frustrates me, though, because people say obvious things and get rewarded for them, and that makes me angry. Also, people in this class seem very, uh, unformed in their political leanings. Speaking in generalities about Kennedy and Goldwater, deploring the latter but not being able to back themselves up with specifics. Just now, someone said Goldwater contradicts himself, but when pressed, she couldn’t offer any specifics. I think this comes from a generalized loathing of conservatism simply because it is not the liberal party line.

Doing something with political analysis would be so interesting. Like, in life. But politics is so morally bankrupt. What a conundrum.

Conservatism is making so much sense. Ah! No one here seems to buy the thought that government action decreases individual freedom. No one here seems to understand that the government doesn’t provide us with things like highways, education, etc.—we provide the government with the means to do these things on our behalf. Quite possibly the people speaking out in this class are saying the government gives us things because they’ve never had to think about part of their paycheck being confiscated by the government.

Before class, I had a series of short dreams that melted into each other. They started about ten minutes after falling asleep, and lasted about ten minutes. It started out with me at present age, at Wesleyan, but then I started going back in time, and getting younger. It was then, I think, that I realized I was not fully asleep—one of those half-awake, half-asleep dreams. With each switch back in time, I was conscious that I was dreaming, and wanted to get out of it, especially as I felt myself becoming trapped in the body of a younger me, regressing in time and ability.

I got quite alarmed when the dream turned over towards the end, and I was trying to read a book on the sofa, next to my dad. The dream turned over again and I was apparently an infant, and my mom was tucking me in to bed and patting my head. All I could think about was waking up. Finally it happened. I was breathing heavily.