Blech
You know you're a nerd when you have a nightmare about not being able to write a paper. Seriously.
In my dream, I had roughly 7 hrs to write a 3-4 page paper on any theme I chose from this imaginary dream book. No referencing neccessary. Easy enough, yeah? I've been TRAINED to crank out papers very quickly. Wouldn't ya know it though? I couldn't do it! It was like all my ideas were jumbled in my head, and I couldn't get a proper theme to come out. I shit you not, I felt like Charlie from Flower's for Algernon in the fact that I was completely AWARE that writing was my forte and I USED to be able to do it, and now I was (for lack of a better word) mentally handicapped. Ideas were JUST out of my mental grasp. It was very frustrating.
Funny thing is...this REALLY stressed me out. Pretty hardcore actually. It's also very puzzling that this dream never stopped. I woke up several times, and every time I went back to sleep, I immediately picked up where I left off- Me, a pen in hand, several pages of scribbled nonsense, and the overwhelming feeling of a time crunch, which later resulted in hysteria on my part.
When I woke up for good today, I felt like shit. My nerves feel completely raw. Strange. Very Strange.
In my dream, I had roughly 7 hrs to write a 3-4 page paper on any theme I chose from this imaginary dream book. No referencing neccessary. Easy enough, yeah? I've been TRAINED to crank out papers very quickly. Wouldn't ya know it though? I couldn't do it! It was like all my ideas were jumbled in my head, and I couldn't get a proper theme to come out. I shit you not, I felt like Charlie from Flower's for Algernon in the fact that I was completely AWARE that writing was my forte and I USED to be able to do it, and now I was (for lack of a better word) mentally handicapped. Ideas were JUST out of my mental grasp. It was very frustrating.
Funny thing is...this REALLY stressed me out. Pretty hardcore actually. It's also very puzzling that this dream never stopped. I woke up several times, and every time I went back to sleep, I immediately picked up where I left off- Me, a pen in hand, several pages of scribbled nonsense, and the overwhelming feeling of a time crunch, which later resulted in hysteria on my part.
When I woke up for good today, I felt like shit. My nerves feel completely raw. Strange. Very Strange.