Class with Batman
November 15, 2009I’m sitting in the top row of a dimly lit lecture hall. It’s not a class I’m enrolled in, but it’s a class Batman is taking, who I’m sitting next to. The professor says something, which I correct, and henceforth he spends a lot of time talking about sinusoidal curves. Specifically, how real sinusoidal signals are often shifted off center. He then proceeds to draw a few interconnected squiggles on the board, which at first I mistake for his representation of complex sinusoids, but then he explains is actually a map of a new European subway, which someone of us would ride soon. The professor then proceeds to show us a bruise he has on his neck and wrist, explaining how he got them from martial arts, most likely Judo. He asks if anyone could refer him to a doctor. Several people yell things out, but I raise my hand. Batman walks down there for some reason at the same time the professor walks up to me. I describe to him a doctor I seem to have met in a completely unrelated dream, which he keeps in mind, and tells me to “tell it to Rochelle.” I then wake up.
