. . . in the far and distant Land of the Thousand Hills where she unhappily resided during nine long months of grad school hell, had a dream. he dreamed that she was teaching her regular class, and giving her students an exam. But as she was handing out the tests, she discovered (to her horror!) that she hadn't brought enough copies for everyone. She asked her class to wait while she ran down the hall to her office for more copies. ut ~ she could not find her office. It just wasn't there. No big deal, she thought, because she could just walk across the quad to the Social Science division office and make more copies. But when she got there, it was locked up. It then became imperative that Scheherazade find her own office. It was the only way. hen she ran into her friend John, who had no business being in the Land of the Thousand Hills, since he lived and worked in Little Bohemia on the Hinkson. He offered to help her find her office, and she gladly accepted. hey walked back to the classroom building, but there was no way in. Circling, they surveyed the perimeter of the building in search of an entrance. At last Scheherazade found a door, but it led only into a large, very dusty and obviously abandoned room with no other exit. They continued in search of the door which would lead inside, and finally they found the entry to something called "the girl's artist dorm." cheherazade and John walked into a very large room with high ceilings. There they saw about one hundred young women, each standing before an easel and canvas. They all wore berets on their heads and scarves around their necks. In the room were two televisions, each broadcasting a ballet on PBS. The instructor chanted to the rhythm of the ballet, and all the girls were painting in perfect trance-like unison. he painters were arranged in uniform ranks and columns, several feet apart. To get to the other side of the room, Scheherazade would have to maneuver in between them. When the instructor noticed, she looked at Scheherazade and changed her chant. "Don't bump the girls ... don't bump the girls ... don't bump the girls ..." she droned, looking very intense. Scheherazade and John made their way through the mass of painting girls (it was virtually impossible NOT to bump them!), and eventually emerged near a door on the opposite side of the room. t that point John disappeared from the dream. lso, by this time Scheherazade was beginning to feel panicky. Her students had been waiting a long time for her, and she still hadn't found her office. She met three young African-American men in the hall. Each had a huge afro, and they all were wearing giant gold coins the size of dinner plates as masks. There were no eyeholes; they had instead positioned the coins so that one eye remained uncovered. "Cool masks," said Scheherazade. "Do any of you know where my office is?" "Right there," said one of them, and he pointed to a door to her right. On the door was the name of one of her students ~ but her key turned in the lock and the door opened. By this time Scheherazade was overtaken by a terrible sense of urgency. She grabbed the exams, and ran back to her classroom. hen she finally returned, only three students remained, two men and a woman. "Hurry," said the woman grimly, "we've got to get out of here, now." The four of them ran outside to the woman's car, and they all piled into the front seat of her rather small vehicle. She started the engine, and began driving away from the Land of the Thousand Hills, fast. t was oddly dark and hazy ~ not a black kind of dark, but rather a brown, sooty kind of dark. As they drove, Scheherazade looked out the windshield at the road ahead of them, and she seemed to discern some sort of strange motion before them. The road was seething, like an unbelievably thick swarm of insects. "Oh no," groaned Scheherazade. "What now? A plague of locusts, too?" "No," said the driver, steely-jawed and white-knuckled. "Bunnies." ust then: SPLAT!! A baby bunny thumped against and bounced off the windshield of the speeding car. "Eeeeewwwwww!!!!" they all said. cheherazade looked out again, and for as far as the eye could see, zillions of baby bunnies swarmed in dense patches, illuminated by the headlights. But the swarm kept changing ~ one minute it was insects, and the next it was bunnies. ll the while there was a fierce intensity to their exodus. Scheherazade suddenly realized she'd left her car and all her possessions behind, but it seemed far, far too dangerous to return for them. She held a cat on her lap, absentmindedly stroking its fur as they drove and drove and drove through the smoky brown haze. The cat (which looked very much like her cat, but wasn't) then turned to Scheherazade and said, "Soon the Land of the Thousand Hills will be nothing but a dim memory . . . "