Dream Diary: “A Concentration in Triangles”

My friends leave for the bathroom, and I am left alone with her at the bar.

“I majored in math,” she says, “with a concentration mostly in triangles.”

She has a large purple triangle suspended above her on a spring from her headband, like a Teletubby.

“Hah, Pythagorean Theorem, am I right?” I offer nervously, trying to make conversation.

She looks at me with menace.

“It’s just… not like that at all.”

“I majored in squaaaaaares,” I say mockingly, cracking up.

A sterner look, and silence. My friends do not return.