Yesterday morning I had an interesting experience -- two quick dreamlets back to back, separated by a short waking period, starring the same character.
First, I dreamt that my friend William came and started to tell me about the grindingly difficult qualifying exams his students had to sit (he's a professor of astrophysics at UCLA). To show the awesome amount of work they had to put in, he held up his hand with the thumb and forefinger parted a couple of inches, to show how "thick" the exam was (I guess in my dreams Ph.D students still take pencil-and-paper tests).
Then I woke up, made a brief trip to the bathroom and came back to bed. I soon fell asleep and dreamt again, and this time I was standing by the long edge a narrow table or counter when William came in, wearing what looked like a white sailor's cap, sat down on the other side, and silently stared at me with an intense gaze. I was perplexed and uneasy at first, thought maybe he was trying to weird me out for a joke, but then realized he was drawing me. I cooperated by keeping the same quarter-profile facing him even as I moved along the edge of the table.
This double appearance of a character in two consecutive dreams reminded me of the time when I almost woke out of a frustrating dream but through an act of will was able to #go_back_into_the_dream to resolve the situation, and in the process "doubled" myself.
As for William himself, he was an original member of the little group I once organized in the L.A. chapter of Mensa for the purpose of meeting once a month to dine and watch Korean movies at my downtown flat. I dignified it with the important-sounding title of "The Korean Cinema Watching Society", but only for personal reference^. It was quite a diverse group at first, the membership including, other than Prof. Newman, an IT tech and his librarian wife, an Asian "tiger mom" and her young daughter, an ancient Jewish couple who I thought were married at first, but no, it turned out they were living in sin^ (they still send me holiday cards every year💖), and even a porn producer (it takes brains to produce good porn^; come to think, my therapy group also included a porn producer, but he made gay porn -- before dying of AIDS). As time went on the Society gradually petered out, became smaller and smaller, and on several occasions William was the only one to show up^, but we kept it up for quite a while before life matters intervened.
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