The other night, I dreamed it was January 7th, the first day of the winter quarter of classes. I was on campus, and had no idea where my next class was... or where my books were... but it was 5 minutes before 2:00 and I knew the class (which ever one it was) started at 2:00 (pretty darn specific dream, eh?). I didn't have enough notebooks, and couldn't find my locker, etc, etc. Ever have that dream?
Pardon the pun, but it was a textbook version of the school anxiety dream. That's pretty funny, because I'm enjoying school so much, and looking forward to the new quarter so much, so I wouldn't have guessed there'd be much anxiety. I think the dream might have been triggered by the fact that my textbooks showed up in the mail, and while I'm looking forward to classes, I haven't yet memorized my schedule - it's written down at home.
At least I was wearing pants in this one.
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4 comments:
Funny. Why is it when you have this type of dream you also, usually, aren't wearing any pants or clothes or whatever? I remeber having it many times while going to school. Is it some kind of fear of being exposed as someone "dumber" than you think you are?
I remember the dream of being naked at my locker when the bell rang for classes.... or being naked getting on the school bus! I seemed to have one dream or the other every year before school started!
Dan, may the new year be filled with wonderful dreams, clothed or otherwise!
You know, I still have a reoccurring nightmare where I go back to high school and cannot remember my lock combination. Or my schedule. It's horrific. :)
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