I awoke from a frustrating dream.
I had returned to college. I was at the University of Minnesota, but the campus was so radically changed I couldn’t find my way around. The library was a stunning architectural marvel (which can’t be said for any of the U of M libraries I actually spent so much time in). I had to go into a dormitory that resembled Holworthy Hall from my summer at Harvard (1982). I was on a campus tour with my coworkers from Karma. They were making snarky, insulting comments about the university, most of which I felt sympathetic with.
And then I was trying to do some homework for a computer class. I was trying to get linux command lines to work. I’m not sure I really did that while in university – if I did, it would have been VAX/VMS, not linux or unix. But these were definitely linux command lines, because I kept pulling up ‘man’ pages to try to get the flags right.
And that was the rest of the dream. I mean, a really long dream, that mostly consisted of me trying and re-trying variations on command lines to do some kind of compile on a LISP program I was trying to run (well, that part was like my time at the U of M, anyway).
Why am I being revisited by this depressing stuff?
