Grad School

Zach and I were both going to Grad School, except in my dream, 'Grad School' just meant that we both went back to Mount Si to take summer classes for college credit at a reduced cost. This would seem unpleasant because we'd have to deal with all the high schoolers going there (I don't know why they were there, it was summer, but the school was just as full as the middle of the school year), but there seemed to be a kind of unspoken agreement that none of the high schoolers could talk to us, so it really wasn't a problem. I was totally hitting on this one chick in the back corner of one of the classrooms during class, I was waiting for her to finish what she was doing so we could walk out together, but she was taking forever. I glanced at the clock, and it said 10:77. It occurred to me that this was incorrect, so I did a double-take, and this time it read 10:46. This is such a classic lucid dream trigger, but I didn't notice that it was strange in my dream. I asked her what was taking her so long, and she said she had to stay and do this project. I said I had to go. She said not yet, let me give you my number first. This was the response I was fishing for, and I was very happy to have recieved it. She started looking around her desk, which was a mess with ripped-up papers, for a scrap to write her number on. I was about to point out what I thought was a correct-sized piece for a phone number, but she grabbed a much larger one, and started writing a bunch of stuff on it. Then she grabbed the small one I was looking at and wrote a little more on it, and handed them both to me. I read them right there, and they were almost completely incoherent. Saying something about her mom maybe, and just a lot of other weird stuff, not complete sentences. Somehow I got the basic idea, that she was telling me not to call her if I wanted to get laid, just to be her boyfriend. At this point in our interaction, the teacher, who was still teaching the class, asked me what I was still doing in there, all the other grad students, including Zach, had already left. Just then, Zach walked back in carrying a giant inflatable pencil that was flat on one side, so that it was a long semicircle shape, as if it had been sliced in half down the middle, he gave this to the teacher, who absolutely loved it. I was a little pissed about it, Zach had been sucking up to this teacher all day, and I thought she was kind of a crappy teacher. After conversing with the girl a little more about the meaning of the note she wrote me, I told her that yeah, no problem, I'd be her boyfriend, but in my mind I was very put out that I might have to make a committment, and was thinking I probably wouldn't do it, or maybe I'd pretend like I was going to do it just long enough to get laid. I got up and threw a pillow I was sitting on behind me and walked quickly out of the room. On my way back to my car, walking through the school, I saw two students pushing a janitor's cart and really having a good time. I wanted to stop and lecture them on how good these high school days were, and that they really needed to enjoy them, but the unspoken rule stopped me from speaking to any high schoolers. the school looked nothing like Mount Si, more like a castle or something, there were giant stone staircases inside, going up the walls, which were probably 80 feet high. I stopped by the kitchen on my way out, and there were about 100 people in there, and thousands of pizzas, and they looked like they were shooting to cook them all. I started cooking these pizzas that had a weird slogan, I kept repeating it in my head as I cooked them, but I can't remember it now. It had something to do with the fact that the cheese on top of them spelled out the word 'Zoom'. Every time I opened the oven to put a new one in, I would burn my elbow on the inside of the glass, and if it took me more than one try to get the pizza out of the oven, I had to keep repeating the slogan, but in such a way that if i got the pizza 30% out of the oven, I would say 30% of the slogan, then start over if I had to take another shot at getting the pizza out. Difficult to explain, but I hope you understand. I had to repeat portions of the slogan a lot, since I was really struggling to not get burned by the oven, it always took me a few tries to get it out.