Yesterday I dreamt about doctoral dissertations in two different dreams, but I did not remember much of either. Only scraps remained. I was the supervisor in the first. A fellow came to me with the wish to write his dissertation under my guidance. He introduced himself as a Jesuit, and he wore a long brown coat with a thick cord around his waist. His bright eyes and direct manner were to my liking, and so I accepted to help him along. I was already retired, but he assured me that this was no problem with supervision. In the second dream I was about to write my second doctoral dissertation. I do not remember much about it, except that I was quite relaxed about the task ahead. When we got up yesterday morning, my beloved told me that she was also dreaming about her doctoral dissertation. In her dream, her mother came to witness the defense, but my beloved could not get in touch with her supervisor to arrange the public event. She could not find either his phone number or electronic-mail address. Anyhow, yesterday I decided that I remembered too little about my dreams to write anything about them, but they kept popping up in my mind all day long. This is how fond memories of my thesis supervisor from MIT, Karen Polenske, came to me on several occasions. By and by, I grew kind of anxious about her, too. This morning I decided to send her a few kind words by electronic mail. I hope to hear from her soon. Doctoral dreams should be heeded, I guess.