Some kind of favor-based economy. I was back in college, and evidently taking an economics class. Presumably the current topic was barter, or something like it, because the class had been encouraged to use that kind of trade in making transactions for some kind of project. I dont remember what, but I did some kind of big favor for the whole class, and they all went out of their way to repay it in kind. Among the repayment favors was something entirely anonymous (I dont remember what), that went above and beyond what Id done earlier, so I spent much of the rest of the dream trying to make change by evening the favor out, not knowing who to repay. For instance, I took notes for one girl in class, and then, in the cafeteria, peeled some kind of gross-looking fruit for another student. Much later, in another class, I had to step away from my desk for a few minutes (dont remember why). On my way back, the professor stopped me to talk about something that I think had to do with that favor economy. When I got back to my desk, I found that someone had spit all over my notes. I suspected the two bullying brothers who sat in the front row. So I gathered my notes and waited by the door as class ended, and when the brothers approached it, I spat on the door handle. Why would you do that? one asked. Why would you spit on my notes? I asked. In that moment, I doubted whether I had the right culprits, but when I glanced outside a few seconds later and saw both of them waiting for me, I knew I had it right. I opted to exit by a different door, and found my car quickly and began driving away. Then I remembered I had something else to do on campus so found a quick U-turn (not necessarily a legal one; I remember scanning my rear view mirror for cops, and suspecting that the car I saw fast approaching was one) and headed back. On my way back, a thick swarm of bees passed overhead, so massive that it was like a black cloud. I stopped so that I wouldnt hit any low-flying stragglers, and as I watched, I saw a dead bird fall out of the sky, presumably stung to death. I harbored some hope that the bully brothers were still waiting outside for me, and that the swarm had passed over them.
Posted on: Fri, 26 Dec 2014 14:31:16 +0000
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