I dreamt that I came to a crowded classroom with a bunch of assignments for the students and that I immediately realized that there were many more students than assignment papers. I distributed the papers I had to at most ten students who were closest to me, but I had no idea what to do with all the others. The assignment itself was on the hefty side, too, and it could not be copied quickly enough for the remaining students, of whom there were forty or fifty. I remember thinking feverishly about the mess I was in. At last I decided to pass a piece of paper around, so that they could write down their names and electronic-mail addresses, but I had hard time getting their attention. They were talking to each other and laughing. “’Scuse me!” I yelled a few times in an ever louder voice. It took a long time for the students to calm down and start listening to me. Even before I told them what they should do concerning the assignment, I was already worrying about all sorts of problems I would have with so many names and addresses jotted down in a hurry. I was ferreting through alternatives as fast as I could. And I woke up just as I was about to start telling the students what to do. The funny thing is that nothing of this sort has ever happened to me. Not even once. And it never will, either. As sometimes happens, the dream felt like someone else’s.