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B's, Bees, and Be's
I dreamed I was in a town that was supposed to be Philadelphia, but it was kind of more rural looking than in real life. I was in a dorm-room with a college-aged (or grad-school aged) woman and her boyfriend. She told me that she had originally been living somewhere else (California?) and took a long time to move out to be with her boyfriend because the drinking water in Philadelphia was so bad. Indeed, she was developing health problems, as a result of it, and I thought that wasn't so good. There was this giant archaeological dig going on that a lot of people were taking part in (including myself). A lot of earth had been excavated, and I was concerned that having so many clumsy hands of nonarchaeologists doing this, that some of the stuff buried in there might get inadvertently destroyed.
I went into the hotel where everybody was staying and saw professor NF from my school and another professor (with dark hair, I don't know in real life) going up the red, carpeted stairs. We told each other that we all had been taking part in the dig, and I was real proud and happy that I could say that to them.
Then, I was with my friends from college, E and L, and E had cut her finger real bad but it was bandaged. She thought she'd be alright. E was really into Lacanian psychoanalysis, and I was a little freaked out cuz that's the stuff I'm supposed to be learning this year, and she was better at it than me. There was a student getting therapy from 3 of us therapists, and it seems like we were behind this triangle shaped 1-way mirror. The student said she was upset cuz she was getting lots of B's on her report card. Like a good Lacanian, I said, "You don't want to get stung by all those B's [bees]." E said "You don't have a 'Plan B.'" And the third person said, "You don't know how to 'be.'"
