LECTURE LUIS AR AUJO
On the third of March when the first signs of spring littered the campus gardens and brought hay fever to many, Sam found himself succumbing to sleep as his advanced calculus professor diligently violated the board with equations he would later cram a week before his exam. The last time he had nodded off was five weeks ago and then he was woken by the professor and told, ‘Am I boring you Mr. Dow.’ He was so terrified he couldn’t think to reply. Since then he began sitting at the back, but dared not doze for he felt Professor Lichstein’s eyes wander towards him every time. This time he could not overcome sleep, his eyes fell lower each time, the chairs that could have been made of cement started became an embracing cloud. His eyes kept falling, sinking further down in his chair he didn’t bother opening them again. He dreamt a dream he had never dreamt before, so vibrant, it was like he was inside a painting, soon Sam realized he was at his bus stop, sitting down, waiting. As he looked down the street he felt that everything was alive, from the gravel on the road to the light post, to the cars, to the pavement and the swinging trees and their branches and leaves, the world was awake. He could hear each individual sound, footsteps, tires, chatter, people tapping on phones, lighting cigarettes, yelling, spitting, laughing. It was harmonious yet chaotic, and entirely beautiful, and then Sam realised he was dreaming. Sam had never had a lucid dream, although he once tried for a whole month when he was six, to see what complete power would
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