Hey, I had a blogging dream. President Obama had floated a proposal to change the way lawyers are trained in the US—there would be an undergraduate law degree for people who wanted to practice some kind of basic law and then postgraduate work for specialists—and I was trying to write a blog post about it.
Obviously I was pretty glad to wake up and get out of that, you can imagine what a tedious post it was going to be, but I forced myself to remember it, all day, so I could note the event here. I don't know that I've ever had a less interesting dream. I don't even know if there is any actual subject matter there, but if there is I don't care whether I ever learn about it. Why are brains so weird?
My Father, by Phy La (Cyprus)
Obviously I was pretty glad to wake up and get out of that, you can imagine what a tedious post it was going to be, but I forced myself to remember it, all day, so I could note the event here. I don't know that I've ever had a less interesting dream. I don't even know if there is any actual subject matter there, but if there is I don't care whether I ever learn about it. Why are brains so weird?
My Father, by Phy La (Cyprus)
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