dreams really do come true
Today I was late for a presentation that I was giving. I was flustered and panicked as the computer wouldn't talk to the network and the printer wouldn't print and everything was going wrong. Finally I gave up on getting my handouts ready and I ran to the room across the hall. I flung open the double doors, ready to apologize for my lateness. 20 pairs of unfamiliar eyes turned to stare at me curiously, and I realized that I was on the wrong floor. I backed out, stammering, "Sorry." As I closed the doors, I looked down and noticed that my fly was undone.
And then I didn't wake up.
Instead, I laughed a whole lot, did up my fly, and went upstairs to lead a pretty decent presentation thanks to help from the LCD projector (which actually worked for me). Huh. I wonder if I'll be quite as stressed next time all those things are going wrong in a dream.
And then I didn't wake up.
Instead, I laughed a whole lot, did up my fly, and went upstairs to lead a pretty decent presentation thanks to help from the LCD projector (which actually worked for me). Huh. I wonder if I'll be quite as stressed next time all those things are going wrong in a dream.