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epitome of incomprehensibility
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Okay, so when I wrote dream_McGill, I didn't actually have a dream_Concordia yet. At least, not a blathe called that.
Which is fairly canon; McGill was started first.
Anyway, this is what I remembered when I thought of "dream Concordia": something from a dream in early 2022, recorded in dream_conversations. To quote...
Maybe this segment should be called Dream Concordia.
I'm at the aforementioned university, stepping on an escalator and passing by a young woman handing out fliers. As I do so, she asks, "Who would you rather have narrating a film about evolution: an [indistinguishable], a male model, or a scholarly thinker?"
"The thinker," I call from the escalator.
"Oh!" she goes, as if surprised, as if nobody else would answer that way.
I'm a bit annoyed. Of course that's the answer. She's just trying to make some gotcha point to convince people evolution isn't real. And why did she say "male model," as if a female model is the default, so she has to specify? And also as if she's tailoring the question to women and men separately and assuming everyone is straight.
Her hijab makes me think she's part of the MSA (Muslim Students Association), but then I wonder if I'm exactly fair to equate it with my old Christian school. Would the MSA really be anti-evolution?
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Upstairs, I'm getting supper at one of the restaurants on the Hall building's seventh floor, which also has a wide stone balcony that connects to other Concordia buildings, high above the ground.
(Both the food court and the fancy balcony are dream inventions, although there is a kitchen co-op called the People's Potato on that floor - it currently offers free lunches 3 times a week.)
I choose pizza in two rectangular slices and sit across from a younger guy who looks familiar: round-faced, reddish-brown hair, acne scars larger and fresher than mine. "Hey, I've seen you before," I tell him. "You have a reaction channel on YouTube."
His friend next to him teases, "Oh, you have fans! This is what you're known for now!"
And he seems torn between flattered and embarrassed. I feel for his struggle in switching between different roles: video maker, undergraduate. He's earnestly telling me that he doesn't just react to movies, but also books - with the implication that I'll take him more seriously that way.
Maybe he thinks I'm younger and a potential romantic interest. Maybe not.
In any case, he launches into an analysis of A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens. I've never read it, but he launches into an explanation that involves characters named Dombey and, I believe, Mr. Pickiwick (after The Pickwick Papers, I guess, which I haven't read either).
His speech turns into images of newspaper columns in bold, old-fashioned print.
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