You can't spell concern without CERN
Some people say their ear ringing and strange dreams have stopped. But I just woke up from another vivid dream about life in prison world.
In the dream, I went to the dining hall alone, which was rare, and couldn't find my dorm walking back afterward. All the buildings seemed slightly different than I remembered and many were under renovation. I asked everyone I could along the way, but only dogs from the above average houses lining the unwalled campus were friendly. There were paper sacks full of waste food in an alley and I remember thinking: These dogs must eat pretty well. I went into one of the buildings and finally stumbled upon an administrator I knew, working a side job with the renovations, confessing I didn't know exactly which building to return to. That's when he held up my scorecard, printed with meaningless vital statistics, but on the bottom right side was a hand written summary note. It said:
Then two obese female workers piled onto me and said they just wanted to love me. It was suffocating. Then I woke up.
