I dreamed that I went back to visit my old BYU colleagues. They'd been relegated to a temporary building--the kind that made up the bulk of my over-crowded elementary school. On the white board in the front of the classroom/office was a quote about "Daughters of Zion."
Lisa Rumsey Harris came up to me, apologetically. "So..." she said. "BYU has this new policy?"
I knew she meant just for the women. (Or maybe just for me.) Because it was a dream and you know stuff like that.
She was holding a chain in her hands. "We're going to have to actually bind your hands. I'm sorry. I won't do it very tight."
I held out my hands for her to bind. "This is so BYU," I said. "It's not like I'm gonna hurt anyone with these. Boys are, like, way more likely to do that. Yunno. Statistically speaking."
Lisa said, "Oh, I hear you. It is ridiculous." She wrapped the chains around my wrists once, twice. Three times. "But, hey," she said. "At least these chains are really cute ones."
I looked down at them. They were cute. They had little sparkly hearts on them.
And then I went, "Well. This dream is very unsubtle."
And I woke up.