My dreams are getting sneakier.
Ever since I dropped Math partway through grade 12, I've had dreams that I'm still in a math class, but that I've skipped the class for most or all of the term and I've only just remembered I'm in it. And I wonder if I should go to it, or if it'd be too embarrassing to show up when I've missed most of the classes already. Maybe if I forget about it again, it will go away.
It's a variant on one of the classic anxiety dreams. In other dreams I sometimes become aware that I'm dreaming. Like one the other week where someone from my past showed up, and I thought it was an incredible coincidence, but then they asked me what significance I thought there was of them showing up in one of my dreams. For some reason I almost never figure out that the math dream isn't real, until I wake up, and even then I'm often momentarily panicked.
So the twist of last night's dream was that I was in a math class, but I'd been attending it regularly. I was writing a test, which I don't recall being particularly stressful or anything. And I thought to myself that this couldn't be a dream. Because I was actually attending a math class.
Sunday, May 13, 2007
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