In the mailroom

I walk into the English department’s mailroom and find that my mailbox has moved closer to A. I find three examination copies of books for teaching, each in the usual long cardboard wrapper. At the back of the mailbox, shrink-wrapped packages of index cards and a book from interlibrary loan. But the mailbox is too deep for me to reach them. I need a stick or a yardstick.

This is the ninth teaching-related dream I’ve had since retiring, and the third since March 16. The others: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. Three dreams in a week: I think they might be prompted by the news of a friend’s retirement.