Boy, do I have some Tales to Tell...
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
 
I woke up this morning all squirmy and bothered. My dream woke me up. I've been having this dream since my last year of college, which was 1992. It takes me a while to recover from dream. I always end up laying in bed for a few minutes just trying to recover.

The dream is not specific except for the theme. Actually, it's more about the theme of the dreams rather than the specifics. In all the dreams, I am about to graduate, have graduated, am about to start my first job, or have already established myself in a job. The dream always starts off quite happy with a feeling of accomplishment. Then, at some point, I get approached by some authority figure (boss, teacher, professor, etc.), who proceeds to tell me that my degree is invalid because of a class that I failed. You see, it turns out that I registered for this class but either did not know, barely showed up, or missed the exams resulting in a failing grade. The class also happens to be a major requirement for my degree.

In the dream, I start off being dumb-founded. Then, I start to tell the authority figure that I had no idea of this class. Then, the begging and pleading begins. I beg them to wave that class requirement. I am on the verge of tears, short of breath, and about to scream when... I wake up. I always wake up still thinking that I am in the dream - feeling helpless.

Wonder what it all means? Later.
 
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