As we were leaving lunch, Genny and Tammi O’Rourke (I think) went into this room. I’m assuming it was in Boone because I didn’t recognize it before. Or it could have been any college, maybe not C of I.. Anyway, I sat down and the professor was talking about western civilizations. Our textbook had ancient
We were talking about global energy consumption and I made the comment like “isn’t it true that if everyone consumed energy the way the U.S. does, we’d need like 3 or 4 Earths to keep up?” He somehow didn’t completely agree, which was weird. Then there was a 5 minute break.
During the break, I inquired about the class (Genny said it was a 1-credit class every Wednesday from 7-11 or something) and the professor took me by the arm and said “well, I’m not really a traditional, orthodox professor here…” and dragged me down all these stairs, jumping through auditoriums, etc. Then I was in this wormhole, and I can’t explain it. But he basically showed me the mental journey the class was geared toward. Like the pinnacle of it. I somehow completed the entire meditational experience right then, when everyone else had to study for the entirety of the class in order to reach it.
When I was back in the seats in class, we were watching clips from people’s mental journeys, kinda as a promo video for the class. Apparently, during mine, I was an egg bobbing in the water (like a chicken egg), then I was a pretty fish that turned out to be a beta hatching from the egg. The professor was a huge gorilla, like the size of two cars, except he had a huge huge head and face. Disproportionately huge. And he was next to a beach and there was a convertible there parked with two people in it, and he as the gorilla grabbed the people and threw them into the rocky shore/surf.
Crazy…..
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