Changing Topics

Dreams can read like hidden codes, revealing and concealing our deepest thoughts.  

Here is the recollection of recent dream from a friend: 

We are a biology class together. It was our first year of university, but it was also the present somehow. She was sitting right behind me at one of those desks with a collapsable arm. 

I had my notebook out on my desk, open to a page of notes I had taken on the textbook. The textbook was some kind of botany manual, and I had written "Herbs..... MMMMMM" really big over several lines. Some girls sitting near me noticed in and snickered at me. 

Suddenly, a principal-like lady came in, escorting my brother who was on campus to visit me.  She instructed him to sit next to me and left.

The topic of the class kept changing-- soon, we were studying mechanical engineering. I started taking notes on my calf after pushing up my jeans over my knee. My brother was bored, so he started playing with his cellphone. When the teacher noticed, she approached to scold him. I put my hand out over the phone, and informed the teacher that he was only visiting. She then left him alone, resuming her lecture. I was immersed in note-taking. 

When I next looked up, at the end of class, my brother was gone. I frantically searched for him throughout the building, which turned into several buildings. I ended up wandering the halls of an elementary school, where a buttoned-up teacher was monitoring the halls. I explained to her the situation. She asked how old my brother was. When I replied that he was 18 or 20, she laughed and said that he would be fine on his own. I got upset and tried to tell her that she just didn't understand...