Last night I dreamed that my advisors saw a draft of something I had written before we all met at a café. At the café, they said, pityingly, well, you're pretty conservative so it's no surprise that you made this. And I said, "what? oh, oh mean that draft? I don't support Israel!" And they placatingly patted my hand and said, "don't worry about it, you can't help it. Now let's just get this dissertation defended."
And in the dream I was totally frustrated because I knew why they thought that, but felt powerless to change anything. And I knew I was just getting a pity pass on the defense.
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