Searching Buddha

Perhaps it was influenced by having a taste of parsnips in my dinner, but last night I dreamt that I had been accepted into a graduate program in Australia. I was meeting with a faculty adviser (no idea who he actualy was) and he handed me a plane ticket and convinced me to at least visit the school and check it out. Then I'm at the school and he's there and we're talking, but there's a commercial break where there's a server outage. Why? Because someone unauthorized has been giving tours in the server room and unplugged something, which took our core switch down (and the entire network). So I run into the server room and fix it, then lie panting on the ground while someone else makes the announcements to the staff that everything is back up and running.

Then I'm back at the school in Australia, where I'm walking around. I walk into the ladies room, where a man in a clown suit walks out, while a bunch of young women giggle at him.

"Don't you hate that?" I ask. "What do you do once you've realized you're in the mens room? Do you make a fuss? How do you walk out gracefully?"

"I don't know," says a young woman, "but I don't do THAT."