It's a horse eat horse world. . . .

OK, so I had my first Scoop anxiety dream last night. I had (for some unknown reason) been away from school and when I returned the students proudly presented me with the magazine in its final stage -- ready to send to the printer. Imagine my surprise when not only were most of the stories about horses (breeding horses, horse racing, what to feed horses, and so forth), but every department title had changed -- from our once "Circle" and JEM-related names to seemingly random monikers, including: "dads and their daughters" (the story was two diary entries written by one of the students in the class about how much she hated her father); "it's the night life" (which was a series of extremely similar looking and slightly blurry photos of Knoxville at night taken from a helicopter -- no kidding, in my dream the copy under the photos actually said that); and my personal favorite, "blini" (which by all accounts was not actually about tiny pancakes at all, but again, of course, was about horses).

Perhaps I shouldn't have had that glass of chardonnay before I went to bed after all....