I don't usually remember my dreams, so when I do, they're, well, memorable. This sure qualifies.
I'm at the DMV to take my driver's license test. I'm a teenager again, except that I look exactly as I do today. I'm also naked.
Someone tells me I'm naked, and a pair of BVDs appear in my hand. I put them on, and then feel perfectly at ease.
I walk up to a low table with a pile of papers on it and a grandmotherly woman standing on the other side. I hand her some kind of card that I was holding in my teeth while donning the underwear. She seems not to notice my state of undress. She reads my name, and tells me that my friends have already been there. She mentions the name of a friend I had in high school, says his test in in the pile, and begins pushing the pile around in order to see the names in the corners.
But they're not long strip-like DMV tests. It's all lined notebook paper, folded length-wise, with the names showing. I've had my students fold their papers like this when wrapping them around Scan-tron forms. But there are not Scan-trons. I think I recognize my friend's handwriting on one of the papers.
Then I woke up. Very odd.
If anyone can interpret that one, please keep it to yourself: I don't think I want to know.
