I dreamed that I gave a presentation on a college campus. I don't know what the talk was about, but I know it was well received. In the morning when I opened my door—we were inexplicably staying in a dorm room—there was a pile of notes from the student attendees. The strange thing about the notes was that they were all written on the same thin, fold-over paper you write airmail notes on in foreign countries. No envelope needed. And there was a pile of crayons next to the notes, even though the notes were not written in crayon.
The positivity of the notes and the gift of the crayons definitely indicated that they enjoyed my talk.
