I had one of the terrible school dreams again this morning. I woke up and walked around doing important things at 7 am and then went back to sleep for another hour. I've always found that the early morning sleep produces the most vivid and memorable dreams. This morning it was used for evil instead of good.
I dreamt I had gone back to visit my high school from college. They had entirely paved over the academic quad. At first it was disappointing, I remembered how they took out the bushes that were there my senior year, and it seemed things were just getting worse. But then I noticed that there were variations in the concrete terrain and there were a lot of kids skateboarding on it. I sat and watched them from somewhere on the second floor of J Smith (which wasn't really a second floor as it should be, but more like a hill-rise, kindof like the LSC quad at Trinity.) While I was sitting there someone came up and started speaking french to me. I responded in french and even corrected a few mistakes that the other person had made. Speaking french triggered a memory of a french class I believe I was enrolled in. I tried to remember what time class was and realized that I was missing it at that very moment. I knew I couldn't get back to Connecticut in time, but worse, I couldn't remember the last time I had gone to that class at all. To the best of my dream knowledge I hadn't been to class in at least a month and finals were less than a week away. Even though I figured I could probably pass the final if I crammed hard enough, I was sure the professor would fail me for missing over a month of classes. Then the whole terror wave hit me and I remembered that if I didn't pass that class I wouldn't be able to graduate because I couldn't take enough credits the next semester to complete the requirements. I stood there in my dream panicking for a good long while before I got slightly more lucid and realized that I've already graduated from college. The relief was incredible and I was able to really enjoy the rest of the dream, watching the high school kids on my dreamscape campus.
God, I'm glad I finished school.
Posted by liz at January 15, 2004 05:59 PM