From time to time, things happen that just stay with me.  I wanted to share one such recent incident.  I’m an undergraduate student, graduating in December, and hoping to start graduate school in January.  At my school, when you’re within 12 hours of graduating and have a 3.0 or above on the last 60 hours of coursework, you’re eligible to take grad classes.  This semester, I’m taking one such grad class, so I have a very busy schedule right now.

So, right about now you’re probably wondering what the heck this has to do with WoW, right?

Well, other than school work, WoW is a major investment in time.  I play it a heck of a lot, if not nearly as much as I use to.  It’s a good distraction, though I try (and fail, often) to keep my playtime down to only after my school work’s done.  I quest, work on achievements, and level my baby pally (who just hit 40 & 41 last night!!), but don’t raid or do many dungeons.

Two nights ago, I had a dream that confused my two biggest time investments, WoW and School, that went something like this…

I was standing at the crossroads platform between a series of rope bridges, me, not one of my characters, mind you.  The zone was something like STV, but it looked more like Sholozzar or Un’Goro.  It was one seriously confused place, not one zone in game, but a conglomeration of zones.  I was looking at a quest giver standing on the platform with me, the big yellow exclamation mark above her head, and when I talked to her, rather than giving me a quest, she gave me an assignment.  Said quest giver was the professor, we’ll call her Dr. T, who’s teaching my graduate class this semester.  In fact, Dr. T is the graduate coordinator for my department at the university.  She’s the one who’ll determine whether the department accepts me when I apply to be a full time graduate student.  I took the assignment-quest and scurried off to do it, picking up other assignment-quests from other professor-quest givers along the way.

All of the professors in my department that I’ve taken more than once were present, big yellow markers above their heads, when occasionally, I’d turn in an assignment only to be met with a silver exclamation mark.  When I encountered the silver exclamation marks, not just from those professors, but from others along the way, I was told that those were later classes, with other assignments.  I nodded, like that made sense, and went about my questing.  The rewards for these assignment-quests were grades, which I wore like a character wears equipment.

It was very, very bizarre and it’s stuck with me for that very reason.  It’s not uncommon for me to have the occasional WoW dream, which is usually a sign that I’ve been playing way, way too much.  Right now, I think this particular dream was borne of my insecurities about starting graduate school, coupled with something that’s comfortable for me.  I’m so thrilled to be taking this graduate class right now, even as an undergraduate where I feel a little out of place amongst the students who have outreached me educationally.

All I can say right now, for sure, is that I hope I have more of these awesome, bizarre WoW-School dreams.

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…..`·.¸.·Maeleigh