Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Sweet dreams

I dreamed last night that it was fall already and the first day of my journalism class at Rocky Mountain College. It was a typical dream fiasco: I had no class roster, no syllabus, no notes and didn't even know what room we were meeting in. And the room was oddly divided by a bank of shelves so that I could see only half the class at a time.

But the dream wasn't one of panic or frustration. Instead, I felt excited and ready to go and looking forward to winging my way without notes or plan. And here it is, still May. Maybe my subconscious is in better shape than I thought.

6 comments:

Montucky Liberal said...

I've dropped out of college several times now. Every time I go back for a semester, I end up having a dream just before classes start that it's the end of the semester and I've completely blown off three of my classes to date and I'm suddenly stuck in a nasty set of finals for classes where I've done none of the reading and attended no lectures.

My subconscious apparently operates on a different level than yours.

David said...

Actually, Montucky, I have had a very similar recurring dream in which I seem to be enrolled in a bunch of classes but never go to any of them, do none of the work and don't even know what work I am supposed to do. The dream is so powerful that I still carry around occasional guilt when I am awake for having failed to follow through.

Chuck Rightmire said...

That dream of having to take the final in a class that one hadn't attended is not just a nightmare. A friend of my daughter found out just before final week that when she had done a drop and add for a couple of courses early in the quarter that the changes didn't get made and she wasn't enrolled in the class that she had added but was still enrolled and supposedly required to take the final in a class she thought she had dropped.

Ed Kemmick said...

I dreamt I walked into a classroom wearing nothing but my underwear, and when I attempted to turn in my term paper to the professor (who looked like Hitler only he was wearing high heels and a Utah Jazz jersey), the paper suddenly turned into a giant cockroach that ate two students in the front row of seats, including the coed I had a crush on, after which, without any seeming transition, I found myself running down a dark alley pursued by that same coed, who had transformed into a kind of hideous dragon gushing blood and I could hardly move because it felt like I was running through waist-deep molasses. When I woke up, I was so relieved to find that I didn't have a term paper due that I could have cried.

David said...

When I worked the region desk at The Gazette, I fairly regularly had dreams in which I missed deadline, then I would wake up and feel guilty about it. I had to keep reminding myself that it's OK to miss imaginary deadlines.

Vince said...

You're scaring me, David. I'll be teaching my first class at Rocky in the fall and am already having those visions when I'm awake.