I was 18 again and applying for colleges. In this dream I was at Tufts with a middle aged and portly admissions officer who seemed out of shape and relatively lame. I remember thinking that I probably didn’t want to go to Tufts simply based of this guy. If he was supposed to be representing the school then I wasn’t really that interested.
I then asked him what the coolest thing he’d ever done was. He then turned off his admissions hat and told me this story about climbing a mountain in the Alps. He was hauling a back breaking load and when he finally made it to the top he wasn’t sure that he could make it back down. The weather was turning bad and he didn’t have a bivy so he knew he couldn’t stay the night. His only other option was to base jump off the peak. Conveniently (who knows how) he had brought a parachute with him (maybe had he not carried a parachute up a mountain he wouldn’t have been as tired). So he got himself all set up and base jumped off a mountain the Alps with incredible views all around him.
“That was the coolest thing I’ve ever done” he told me. I remember thinking, “Holy crap, this guy is ridiculously awesome, maybe Tufts won’t be so bad after all.”
