I am taking a course in anthropology back in Madison. The prof is actually a history teacher from my high school, Mr. Moore. (He’s pretty much Clark Kent: a crisp collar, perfect hair, statuesque man who keeps to himself but you could totally picture having a super hero alter ego) He’s telling us about new evidence that is turning the human-evo world upside down: female austrolopithicines had no big toes! This was changing how we interpret the development of both sexism and bipedal locomotion a few million years ago. The lecture hall was too dark, so I grabbed a long pole with a hook on it and used it to raise some of the curtains. Mr. (Dr.?) Moore stopped the lecture and in his prim/proper manner told me that we could continue once I lowered the blinds again. The dream ends with us locked in stalemate over the issue.