Academic Conference in a Huge Bookstore and the Hidden People of Chicago

I dreamt last night that I visited Chicago. I was walking through a huge bookstore and came upon a group of people having a meeting. Turns out some academic group was holding its conference in the huge bookstore because they could not afford a conference hall. Anyway I stood and listened and figured out that the group was talking about the death of languages in universities (that really is happening all over). So the speaker finished and asked if anybody else had anything to say. I raised my hand and gave a contemporaneous talk on how I saved Greek at a school. All of it was a lie but the crowd liked it and gave me a good round of applause. I wonder if I can put that on my productivity report.

Outside of Chicago I found a group of people behind a hillock. These people were completely cut off. I visited. They were friendly. I noticed that they moved everything by mule or by hand and then noticed that these people had no wheels. I wondered whether I should show them the usefulness of the wheel. Decided to do so. Got a woodsman to help me and we made four wheels. When I told him we need something to attach them to, he threw down his tools and walked away. So I won one and lost one. Really I'm glad that they didn't put up with wheel idea. Soon they'd be caught in Chicago traffic and so much for being nice people.

Sleeping is a lot more exciting than teaching.