I hate this dream.

So I had that dream again last night. The one where I have to go take an exam for a class I’d cut all year. This time it was psychology. I thought maybe I could cram a little beforehand if I went and got the textbook but as it turned out, in my absence from going to classes they’d moved everyone’s lockers. Thank God I’d painted the knob of my combination lock with pink nail polish or I’d never have found it. (I hadn’t thought about that in years! Strange what your brain dredges up from your bed of forgotten memories when you sleep). By the time I found my locker and got the psych book out, which incidentally looked like it’d been published in 1910, there was only 10 minutes till the exam and it was going to take me 15 minutes to get to class anyway, so I knew I was screwed and wouldn’t be graduating.

I woke up with a headache, too.

I have this stupid dream a lot. Many factors vary, but the main plot line is always there - I need to go take an exam for some brainiac class that I haven't gone to all year, and my entire academic career depends on me passing it. Along my hurried journey to get to the class on time, a series of unfortunate events trips me up and therefore I run later and later. The dread and panic of the situation always makes me feel like I didn't sleep a wink all night.

Must have been the clash of cultures in my gullet after going for sushi and sake with the gang, and then heading across the street to the Mexican place for salsa and Tecate.

Oy.