Another really baffling and pointless dream. I was talking to a couple friends from high school since I haven't seen since high school, practically. I could tell we had nothing in common. I was asking one about her job working as some sort of public relations person (IRL, I have no idea what she does). I really did not want to be there.

Then there was another part of the dream where I was trying to do research on feminism (WTF?) at a library that was a cross between the kinda cool groovy 70s-era windowful Fort Collins library and the ghastly bureaucratic windowless UW Library on Library Mall (which I was only in once in my life and I never ever want to go back in...you had to show ID just to enter). I have no idea why I wasn't just doing research on feminism online from the comfort of my own home (and I have no idea why I was doing research on feminism in the first place), but then the whole point of dreams is to torment us with dreaded anxiety-prone situations that we're thankful we don't actually experience in waking life, so sitting on the couch looking up feminism online isn't exactly "dreamworthy." So I'm staring at all these card catalogs, but some of the file trays were out of their drawers and lying around on the floor. There was a woman there who was using them (late 30s, dark hair, glasses, short...no one I know/knew...I assume she was doing research on Feminism too) and she asked me if I needed to use the card catalogs she was using, and which one. I told her I need the one with "Fe". She pointed me to some "Fe" cards that looked like microfiche, and I really couldn't use them. I think I blew off this whole assignment...it was just too difficult and last century. I woke up crying, because on principle I should have been able to use the card catalogs too and shouldn't have been treated like a 2nd class citizen by this mousey little bookish snot.

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