Gobbledygook.

I had a dream last night. That I was taking a written test. In a classroom. At a prestigious university. And the questions were posed. In technical jargon. Beyond my comprehension. Of course, that was frustrating. But I proceeded anyway.  Answering every question. In equally baffling terms. Thinking. Maybe that’s what I was supposed to do. That I was being tested. About the lack of meaning in life. Therefore, I answered every question. In my natural native language. Gobbledygook.  –Jim Broede