Dreamy

My IHUM Teaching Fellow (TF) is a cool guy. He's a rock climber, and he comes from some mysterious Slavic country. His name is Darko. I mean, how cool is THAT? If my name were Darko, I might have to get everything I owned monogrammed, just so I could read it every day, all the time. Of course, then I'd probably get tired of it, and I'd be screwed. It would suck to be really really tired of your own name. We have IHUM section in gardens, have food in class, watch movies, and get out of class early. I never thought I'd actually like section, but I totally do. Anyhow, he's a cool dude. So I wasn't really surprised when my subconscious decided to include him in a dream. My dreams are notably creative and vivid. I tend to dream about things like putting on a play with old tires and sleeping bags as costumes, or leading an aquatic attack against marauding Navy seals, or that my friend's mother is boiling her Dalmation to give it more spots. What was surprising was that dream Darko and I were going on a date. At the time, it seemed totally natural to be going to see The Shins with my TF, but when I woke up, it left me feeling distinctly...awkward. Needless to say, I spent a lot of time in my meeting with him about my paper trying really hard not to hum The Shins. Curse you, subconscious!