Just before I went to bed last night, I read Wikipedia about Cornell and Harvard and Yale. And then I had a weird dream. It started out with me standing somewhere in the middle of the field with two other people. One of them was a professor at Harvard and the other one was a student trying to be admitted. The student was standing on a metal bench like the one's on the sidelines at football games. After a brief time passed, the student stepped off the bench and grabbed his bags and left, and the professor looked around like he lost somebody in a crowd, but I was the only one in the field. Then his eyes stalely fell upon me. He asked me to step on the bench, so I did. What I did afterwards is a little unclear, I'm pretty sure it was some kind of obstacle course or something, because that's the final test of Harvard admissions. After I had finished the physical activity, there was one last thing that I needed to do, I needed to watch something and examine it and find something out of place that wasn't obvious. That wasn't obvious. The entire time, the professor looked at me like I was a piece of shit. I started watching what we were supposed to be watching with 10 or so other admission prospects and I first looked at their faces, because they appeared instantaneously, and they were all yelling and smiling and cheering like they were at a football game. I looked down and saw some woman, I think Marilyn Monroe was having sex with someone on the grass, and all I could see was her face and she looked like she was enjoying it but at the time all I could think was that they were raping her, and cheering. And afterwards I don't remember what I point out, I think it has something to do with the grass, the professor tells me that I should leave, and so I do. And he was a professor, not an admissions officer or something like that. I don't know what he taught, he was kind of young, maybe early 30's. And after leaving I take a plane somewhere, the view looks like somewhere in the gorge but it's supposed to be in Colorado or something. Something happens at the airport and I'm delayed and that has nothing to do with anything. After it's delayed or whatever, I'm at my house and it's night time, and somebody walks into my house, and he's a big muscular young guy. As soon as he walks in, I hate him but for no reason. He has two big duffel bags of stuff and a rolling suitcase that he puts down in my living room and he sits on the couch and I ask him what the hell he's doing and he says that he's going to stay here now until his dad finishes buying the house and I'm like what the hell there's no way. I look outside the window and I see a red generic sports car, and I also get a vision of his father, he's never present in the dream but I see him in my mind and he looks a lot like the professor now that I think about it, except he's in a business suit in my mind but was wearing a track suit at the beginning and the general idea that this guy and his father are very wealthy, to the point we're they can do whatever they want with their money, like bribe cops and politicians and buy anything they want. Then some amount of time passes and Mason comes over and we're standing and talking in the living room and he's still there just sitting, and he gets up and says something sexually uncouth about her breasts and she gets mad and leaves and I'm livid and I think I start punching him in the chest or something. I don't know why but this feeling of fragility comes over me and I back away from him, but I still attack him with other things. And he comes toward me laughing and I'm throwing plates and cups at his skull for sometime and he gets angrier and angrier and I start insulting him verbally in some way, but it's too calm, I just say it to him in a normal voice and he responds in a normal voice. And at some point I run outside and hide in some grass, and it's somewhere else next to a small road. And the grass is dried like hay. And it's night time and he's looking for me with someone else, and they look around for awhile but can't find me. Then they go to some corner of the grass field and I get out of the grass and run down the road and they see me but don't chase after me, and we're in the middle of no where. After that I'm somewhere else and I'm talking to somebody about what happens and we talk about me going back and getting that guy out of my house. So I go back and it's daytime and I'm fighting him again, but it's in a really cowardly way, I'm standing at a distance throwing objects at him or something because I'm actually scared that he'll get to close and hurt me badly. He's taller than me and with more muscle and I'm scared. I don't think what I do would be what I would do in reality but it's what I did. He gets increasingly angry because I'm throwing bricks and rocks and other things at him and he's getting bloody, but he never runs at me. The entire time he just walks slowly towards me and I walk slowly backwards. Emotions then start to develop and I become angry that he's not leaving and he still continues to pursue me and he has been threatening me with death and torment and suddenly I am murderously enraged and grab a garden hose and run towards him and wrap it several times around his neck and squeeze. I squeeze until his face is dark red but something happens and he becomes free and pushes me back into some bushes and I'm still murderously enraged so I get up and I have to jump to actually reach his face with my fists and I start punching him right in his nose but I'm still afraid of his retaliation the entire time. And I wake up.