I hate "reality" dreams.
I just woke up from one of those silly nightmare/bad dream things. It really wasn't that big of a deal, but I had that super anxious feeling, you know the one you get when you realize that you've really messed up royally, and now there's nothing that you can do to fix it?
I definitely dreamt that it was finals season, and that I had been blowing off class so much that I didn't remember anything from the past quarter really. I came to this realization as I had come back into a classroom from a "mission" involving changing a fuse in a random fuse box, and running into a teacher of mine (from the 5th grade) who was now partially blind and deaf. (I wonder what good ol' Mr. Cox is up to these days, actually.)
Anyways, what I felt was the impending doom of an F in the class. I walked back into the classroom, to see people strewn about on the floor attacking a study guide that the professor had made. I realized that I hadn't been paying attention in weeks, and I knew none of the stuff that was going to be on the final. It was quite a sad feeling. When I woke up, I fretted for a bit, wondering what I was going to do with myself. Then after about 5 minutes, I remembered that I was ok. There was no crazy class that I had been slacking in. I already had a degree, and the last class that I'd taken ended in December '06.
*phew*
Now why couldn't I dream about being on a vacation from work or something? I guess that wouldn't work the same, cause I'd be crushed about having not actually been on vacation or something like that.
Oh wells,
I'm out...
I definitely dreamt that it was finals season, and that I had been blowing off class so much that I didn't remember anything from the past quarter really. I came to this realization as I had come back into a classroom from a "mission" involving changing a fuse in a random fuse box, and running into a teacher of mine (from the 5th grade) who was now partially blind and deaf. (I wonder what good ol' Mr. Cox is up to these days, actually.)
Anyways, what I felt was the impending doom of an F in the class. I walked back into the classroom, to see people strewn about on the floor attacking a study guide that the professor had made. I realized that I hadn't been paying attention in weeks, and I knew none of the stuff that was going to be on the final. It was quite a sad feeling. When I woke up, I fretted for a bit, wondering what I was going to do with myself. Then after about 5 minutes, I remembered that I was ok. There was no crazy class that I had been slacking in. I already had a degree, and the last class that I'd taken ended in December '06.
*phew*
Now why couldn't I dream about being on a vacation from work or something? I guess that wouldn't work the same, cause I'd be crushed about having not actually been on vacation or something like that.
Oh wells,
I'm out...