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Can't I Just Have One Nice One?

In my dreams last night, I was always trying to get to French at 10:30 but never quite getting there. 

For a couple of nights, my dreams have had this meandering quality; I keep trying to get something, I know where it is, for the most part, but something else keeps me away. 

B made an appearance, I ran into him with some of his sports buddies, at exactly the same corner in another dream. This isn't unusual or surprising; all I've been doing is running into him in real life, yesterday, surprisingly, at Hallowed Ground's. 

By now my dreams are beginning to have a logical University of Chicago of their own. 

CI now almost always makes a cameo, although he does not actually appear in any of the dreams as a talking, thinking, feeling person.  Which is funny because that's not the way I think of him at all.  I think of him as thinking, talking, and feeling--just not about me, and if about me, then slightly off, never to my favor. 

What was my point?

J'ai oublié.