Dream of: 14 November 2001 "Law Professor"

I had enrolled in a law school in Weatherford, Texas. It was my first day of class and I was sitting in a classroom filled with perhaps 200 law students. The subject of the class was civil procedure. I was thinking to myself that I didn't really need to take this class because I was already a lawyer. Nevertheless, I thought my doing so was completely permissible.

Most students seemed much younger than I, but a fellow sitting next to me on my right looked about my age. We talked and he seemed friendly. He was taller and heavier than I. I thought we would become friends. I asked him how old he was. He said he was around 50 years old, but he wouldn't elaborate. I told him I was 48.

A gray-haired female professor (perhaps 50 years old), wearing a blue print dress, was sitting at a desk in the front of the room. She asked someone a question, then, unexpectedly, she called out, "Steven Collier." I spoke up, we exchanged some words, then she said something about my having been in the class for three different terms. I was befuddled. I answered that she was wrong, that this was my first day in class, in fact, my first day in this school. But she continued to adamantly maintain that I had previously been in this class. She tried to pass on to another subject, but I stopped her. I told her she needed to resolve this matter. She said it was unimportant. But I turned around and waived toward all the students sitting behind me; I said it did matter because if we left the matter unresolved, everyone would assume I had been lying and my credibility would be damaged.

The professor decided to take a vote. She said anyone who wanted to know the truth of the matter should raise his or her hand. Only a few timorous hands went up at first; but finally about half the students in the class raised their hands. Clearly the question of whether I had previously taken this class – as the professor maintained and I denied – would have to be resolved. The professor finally conceded she would take up the matter at a future class and she dismissed the students.

I waited until everyone left, then walked up to the professor's desk. She acted as if she didn't want to talk with me. Then she snapped, "Do you have money?"

I didn't answer and she asked again. I was uncertain what she wanted to know. I asked her whether she meant did I have enough money to buy some small item, or did I have enough money to buy something like a house. I finally inferred she wanted to know whether I had a large amount of money. I reflected that most of my money was invested. But I did have $40,000 or $50,000 in cash. Finally I answered, "Yes, I have money."

She didn't seem to want to talk more. I finally understood the significance of her question. She was concerned she and I might end up in a law suit against each other, and she knew I would need money to maintain the law suit. I concluded that now that she knew I had money, she would want to avoid a lawsuit, and she would be easier to handle. I left her and walked out into the hall.

The hallway was crowded with students. But almost immediately I saw someone I recognized: Louise. She also saw me. At first I thought she was going to ignore me. Nevertheless, I stepped in her direction. She hesitated, then turned toward me. I looked at her and said, "Louise."

She looked perhaps 30 years old. She was dressed bizarrely, all in white, wearing a thin white almost-transparent dress which looked almost like a wedding dress. I looked more closely at her face and was surprised to see she was black with definite Negroid features. Especially alarming were her teeth, sharp and pointed. She definitely presented an unattractive appearance. What had happened to her?

Someone walked by and called her "Ramey." I thought perhaps she had re-married and "Ramey" was her new last name. I asked her if she had re-married, but she didn't answer. She seemed to want to get away from me. But she stopped long enough to tell me she was now a professor here at this school. Then she walked away.

I was impressed she had become a professor. I was left thinking to myself that I myself might like to be a law professor. I was probably qualified, especially in some out-of-the-way place like Weatherford. Perhaps I should look into becoming a law professor.

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