Dreamlife

  I have fragmentary recollection of this dream. I manage to
retrieve at least two messages the Ice Queen left me long ago (although I think she’s aware that I receive them now). At least
one of them is in written form. The other is aural; somehow it comes on
over my car radio as I’m driving to school. The semantic content is
just some unoriginal insult but the voice is pregnant with venom, black
with malice. In waking life it never occurred to me that her hostility
toward me was more than defensive. In the dream, it’s chilling.
  Later on I’m at school (no resemblance to any school I’ve
actually been at, although, in connection with the IQ, I think it’s
supposed to be Harvard; the feel of it, though, is more like elementary
or middle school.) In a roomful of students, I’m supposed to be taking
a test, lying face down in front of me on my dark blocky desk. This
isn’t a test we’re taking in one sitting and starting from
scratch–I’ve taken a part of it before. I tell the fragile-looking
lady administering the test that I want to have that prior section with
me as I answer this new one. After some argument, she accedes to this.
However, the segment of the test I wrote earlier is elsewhere in this
school, so I have to go fetch it. I exit the room where we’re taking
the test and walk toward the room I need to get it from. The sky is
overcast when I exit. The trees are damp and I notice it’s raining
lightly but much of my path lies along covered arcades and the rain
doesn’t bother me. It isn’t visible at any one point because the way is
long but I definitely realize my path describes a semi-circle. Indeed,
I think the place I arrive at was my entry point into the school. If I
continued the same path, I would revisit all the same points.