A little dream analysis
There is a recurring dream I’ve had several times during college, with slight variations each time. The basic idea is that I’ve arrived at the location of the final exam for a course I’ve never bothered to study for — in fact, I never even attended the lectures.
In the first dream, it was Chem II, shortly after I had suffered through Chem I in real life. Another time, it was an introductory art history class, and an old high school friend was there too. This morning, just before my alarm went off, it was fashion.
I know, weird. I think this one was actually a midterm. It was an open-book exam, and all our books were fashion magazines. But there was a take-home component (we had to make a web page?) that I hadn’t done either.
So in the shower this morning, I was pondering the meaning of these dreams. This one clearly was a subconscious self-critique on (a) my hubris as a student, and (b) the excessive amount of Project Runway I’ve been watching.
And perhaps it’s fitting that today, the day I go fill out all the paperwork I need so that I can graduate in May, I have this recurring bad dream.
And then I realized I do have an exam today.
Fuck.
