Last night I dreamt I was teaching a class of high schoolers, and there had been a lot of rain, so I was drying out my shoes. In the middle of the period, a girl knocked and came into the room. She was wearing a short, pleated skirt and matching polo-style top, both orange plaid (a small-striped plaid). She gave a rehearsed spiel about a restaurant where she worked and then offered promotional cards to the class members. It all took just a few minutes. When she left, I stood and said to the class, “Now, let’s think of her as a text. We can analzye this text just as we would any other. She was wearing Hooters colors. No accident. Why?” In response to this for some reason, the class members expressed their admiration for me and for my brilliance. A kid in the front row hooted and yelled, “Yea-ah, Mrs. L!” Then the bell rang.