Exam Nightmare
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No, not the obvious type of exam nightmare (ie night-before-the-exam sleeping-through-the-alarm, total-amnesia-regarding-all-things-relevant, none-of-my-pens-work nightmare).
Instead, this was last night, two nights after an exam (which went fine... I think). And it freaked me out a bit, even though it wasn't properly scary.
I arrived early for the exam and went to the exam room, which seats about 100 victims examinees. Only my friend A was there, along with three girls I've never seen before who were sitting together at the front. A takes exams separately, due to anxiety problems, so I realised I was in the wrong room. Ran to the other exam room, which was full of people, and asked the invigilator whether this was where the Marketing exam was being held.
She told me to sit down and she'd bring my paper over, but all the papers on the desk were Music papers - copies of scores and blank music manuscript sheets. I had to keep asking for ages before she acknowledged that my exam wasn't being held there, but was on the other campus.
I had ten minutes to get to the other campus, which is doable in the car, so I ran out to the car park. Of course, my running was super-slow in that annoying dreamy way, but I ran and ran and I couldn't remember where my car was parked! I ran through all of the car parks (there are four on my dream-campus apparenlty), one of which was crammed with Hummers to the point where I couldn't walk between them, and I still couldn't find my car.
While I was having a panic attack near the Hummers, Russell Brand sauntered past with his new blonde girlfriend, whom he introduced to me in a strange I-want-you-to-like-my-girlfriend way. I think it was this that made me realise it was a dream. At least, I hope it was.
I ended up bolt upright in bed, hyperventilating slightly, and had to call for The Husband to come and comfort me.
The exam in question won't even happen until May or June.
It's possible it was an anxiety dream about the interview I have on Monday for the Masters (Master's?) course I want to do - in which case, why wasn't I at an interview? Naked? Or unable to speak English?
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No, not the obvious type of exam nightmare (ie night-before-the-exam sleeping-through-the-alarm, total-amnesia-regarding-all-things-relevant, none-of-my-pens-work nightmare).
Instead, this was last night, two nights after an exam (which went fine... I think). And it freaked me out a bit, even though it wasn't properly scary.
I arrived early for the exam and went to the exam room, which seats about 100 victims examinees. Only my friend A was there, along with three girls I've never seen before who were sitting together at the front. A takes exams separately, due to anxiety problems, so I realised I was in the wrong room. Ran to the other exam room, which was full of people, and asked the invigilator whether this was where the Marketing exam was being held.
She told me to sit down and she'd bring my paper over, but all the papers on the desk were Music papers - copies of scores and blank music manuscript sheets. I had to keep asking for ages before she acknowledged that my exam wasn't being held there, but was on the other campus.
I had ten minutes to get to the other campus, which is doable in the car, so I ran out to the car park. Of course, my running was super-slow in that annoying dreamy way, but I ran and ran and I couldn't remember where my car was parked! I ran through all of the car parks (there are four on my dream-campus apparenlty), one of which was crammed with Hummers to the point where I couldn't walk between them, and I still couldn't find my car.
While I was having a panic attack near the Hummers, Russell Brand sauntered past with his new blonde girlfriend, whom he introduced to me in a strange I-want-you-to-like-my-girlfriend way. I think it was this that made me realise it was a dream. At least, I hope it was.
I ended up bolt upright in bed, hyperventilating slightly, and had to call for The Husband to come and comfort me.
The exam in question won't even happen until May or June.
It's possible it was an anxiety dream about the interview I have on Monday for the Masters (Master's?) course I want to do - in which case, why wasn't I at an interview? Naked? Or unable to speak English?
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