Important question for those slightly older than me
I graduated from college approximately 6 years ago. At what point will I stop having nightmares about:
-flunking out
-having a research paper due that I forgot to write/having a final that I forgot to study for
-realizing I've been registered for a class but skipping it all semester
-it being the middle of the day and not being able to remember my class schedule or the classroom I'm supposed to be in
They stop at some point, right? Right? I am genuinely curious.
Entirely unrelated dream:
I had another non-school dream last night, that my parents had surprised me with tickets to a play staring David Tennant as Ten, in what was supposed to be a new canon-ish play. The play was about the Doctor and his five adorably rakish brothers (at least one who was ginger), and at least one brother's also adorable female BFF. Midway through the play, I had to go to the bathroom, which with dream-logic involved taking the subway. By the time I got back, the play had just finished. I anxiously questioned my mom about what I'd missed and how it ended. Oh, she told me, everyone died. I freaked- they killed the Doctor? Not quite- everyone else was killed off, and the Doctor was left alone. Oh, Ten. Apparently RTD writes my dreams now.
-flunking out
-having a research paper due that I forgot to write/having a final that I forgot to study for
-realizing I've been registered for a class but skipping it all semester
-it being the middle of the day and not being able to remember my class schedule or the classroom I'm supposed to be in
They stop at some point, right? Right? I am genuinely curious.
Entirely unrelated dream:
I had another non-school dream last night, that my parents had surprised me with tickets to a play staring David Tennant as Ten, in what was supposed to be a new canon-ish play. The play was about the Doctor and his five adorably rakish brothers (at least one who was ginger), and at least one brother's also adorable female BFF. Midway through the play, I had to go to the bathroom, which with dream-logic involved taking the subway. By the time I got back, the play had just finished. I anxiously questioned my mom about what I'd missed and how it ended. Oh, she told me, everyone died. I freaked- they killed the Doctor? Not quite- everyone else was killed off, and the Doctor was left alone. Oh, Ten. Apparently RTD writes my dreams now.