In which subconscious geek strikes again, and boundaries are useful

I dreamed last night and I've forgotten most of it. I do, however, remember the part where I was playing chess with someone in the park and at the same time was trying to explain why the clinical trials of cancer therapy via folate receptors is plausible to a third person who showed up and wanted to know about it. Because he came from the hospital and the doctor mentioned something about it.

Then (still in the dream) I had to go and take an exam on California florists in which, I now realized, I did get the name of the bush poppy right, Greek and all. I mixed up the name of the evening rose genus with the other genus of the poppy family though, and I don't know whether or not I should be saddened by this, or by the fact that I can give out the name to members of the family Papaveraceae in my sleep.

I also got the folate receptor information right, except I did neglect to mention that they target a specific receptor but, again, in my sleep.

I'm beginning to suspect that reading those papers right before I go to sleep is not healthy for my state of mind.

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My parents sent over photos of the Yard, where the tulips I'd planted have germinated. Yes those are ropes. I did rope off the area where I planted things. It's basically to remind my parents that I planted things there and that they should weed, but very carefully.

It turned out pretty well, don't you think? (The plethora of weeds aside.) Can't wait until they bloom. (I got the red kind.)