Maths Again (ugh)
Bwoy, did I have a weird dream last night. All I can remember is being given a mathematics problem to solve.
Now Mad Bull was definitely not a maths brains. Prior to going to university, I used to do extremely poorly in mathematics. I wasn’t paying any attention when the basics were being covered in preparatory school, and that fact dogged my entire career in school! I was always failing maths, and if I passed, it would be a borderline pass. 
When I got to University, I encountered a maths teacher par excellence in the person of Dr. Claude Packer. He started the entire class over from the beginning, going very fast, and this time, I paid attention! As a result, I did fairly well with mathematics in university.
I still have vivid memories of being called up to the blackboard and not even knowing how to start the problem, though I hadn’t thought of that in years… There is nothing like that to make one feel stupid, don’t you think?
So in this dream, I was given what resembled a quadratic equation to solve. It looked something like this :
In my dream, all I could do once more was write out the problem on the blackboard. It brought back all those feelings of frustration, anxiety, and shame… I was so worked up that my pillow was wet from sweat when I woke up! Now I know better than to eat a full-sized pork chop dinner after nine thirty in the night!
Of course, you have to practice mathematics in order to excel at it, and I hadn’t done anything like that for so long that I had no idea where to start. I didn’t even realise that this was not exactly a standard quadratic equation, because the power on the first term is unknown too.
The dream had such an impact on me that I went searching on the ‘net for methods to solve quadratic equations. This still hasn’t brought me to the point where I can solve this problem, but at least I don’t feel so bad. I recognise that it isn’t a normal quadratic equation, and that I probably wasn’t taught how to solve such a problem, and so I feel better now. Strange, eh? Actually, I suspect that this equation may not be able to be solved at all! 
Of course, I couldn’t recognise that in the dream.
So, do any of you know how to solve that problem. Is it some strange kind of quadratic equation? Better than that though, can you tell me why the hell I’m dreaming of that instead of dreaming of Natty, or Halle Berry or J-Lo? 
Whats up with that, you know what I’m saying?
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Well Mad, I have to say, your dream doesn’t sound like a fun one I’d rather dream of laying on the beach watching hunky men go by, or Toby Keith etc etc…..dreams are to escape not add more frustration to your life LOL!!! I have no idea how to solve this equation as I didn’t excell in math. However, speed did, maybe he can be of some assistance.
Mad Bull, even after I graduated, I had long involved dreams about finding out that I was one class shy of completing my course work. Those dreams lasted for a number of years. I always wondered if they reflected a subconcious fear in my life about something else that needed to be finished. I’m amazed at the length you have gone to solve the equation. I would have assumed that it was just a figment of my imagination, and wondered why the heck I was dreaming about math! Is there something going on in your life that you can trace this to?
Well, I am facing one or two challenges right now, but I don’t think they evoke that kind of feeling in me… Maybe at a subliminal level…
Maths, A black mark on my University record. The ONLY examination I did not pass in University. Screw it!And to think Si Fya, your nephew was trying to convince us about the usefulness of Maths on Saturday.Have you asked Natty to interpret the dream for you rude bwoy? You have the answer right there at home!
Madbull, Pork chops or no pork chops maths is a nightmare any which way you could think of it. I think it a wonderful science, although I am very much a maths dunce. Then again,the equation you saw in your dream would probably have given even ‘Dibby Dibby,’one of our old math teachers, a problem in solving.
Rahtid Krueger! Remember Dibby Dibby?? I don’t think I have a clue what his real name was. I remember a certain guy who I think was repeating 1st form, a troublemaker. Now, apparently he had not done his Maths homework and Dibby Dibby was asking him where his homework was. The rascal answered, “I did my BCRC homework Sir. I just forgot my BCPC homework at home.” (Lie of course!). Boy, school days, I must really be getting old!