February 12

 

I am at a ceremony for graduating nurses. Twelve of them are doing a skit for the audience which I am a part of. I notice that 2 of the graduating nurses are much older than the other nurses. While the other nurses are doing a dance number, these 2 are mimicking talking on the phone with each other. I ask myself how these 2 nurses will handle the physical requirements of nursing. There is a large window in the hall we are in. I turn to look outside and see bleachers lined with other graduating nurses in blue caps and gowns. A sudden downpour causes them to get soaked. I leave the hall weaving my way through a crowd and working my way to another part of the building. After walking for a while I realize that I have forgotten the 2 tote bags that I had with me. I backtrack to try to find them. At one point, someone extends a bag towards me thinking that it belongs to me, but it does not. Eventually I find my 2 bags. I proceed to what appears to be a conference table and take a seat. A woman with a clipboard approaches me and tells me she has some information for me. Apparently I have applied to graduate from a master’s program and have been waiting for confirmation. She tells me the reason I have not heard is because I have failed out of the program. I know that this is not true and I tell her so.