I dream in big words

DLS has her second chemistry test tonight. Working full time and taking Chemistry three nights a week has been a little stressful, and I think I'm suffering from sympathy stress. Chemistry was the one class in high school that I literally didn't even try at. I did just enough to get by, but on the upside, so did everyone else, and the teacher graded on a major scale. I think I got a 14 on one exam, which after the curve turned into a B+. We had a first year teacher who was duller than Ben Stein. He was middle aged and had been working in a lab for years, and I think he just felt more comfortable around rats than teenagers. I suppose now that I'm knockin on 30's door, I hardly blame him.

Anyway, the dream.

I dreamt that I had to take the test too - even though I hadn't really been to any classes. I did great on the first page, which asked us to properly label all the Russian provinces. I don't even know if Russia has "provinces" - nor does that have anything to do with chemistry - but I rocked that section so I was feeling pretty good. The next question was something like "There are 7 cheerleaders, 1 of them is sick and you can't tell which one. What do you do?" After struggling with the question for awhile, I realized the answer was simple - transmogrify the sick one into an ice cream cone. Literally, at this point in the dream, I'm convinced I'm a genius.

Transmogrify a cheerleader into an ice cream cone? I didn't even know I knew the word "transmogrify". Of course, now that I'm thinking about it, there was a reference to Kafka on TV last night, and at some point in my life I read "Metamorphosis", so I guess it's not as random as it felt first thing this morning.