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19 October 2009 @ 10:12 am
the opposite of a college dream  

This morning I had the opposite of a college dream. You know the one where it’s the end of the semester and you’ve just realized you’re on your way to a final for a class you haven’t attended all semester? That one. Only its opposite.

In this dream, I was a senior in college, living in the dorms (Maura McHugh was one of my roommates!), and I was going to all my classes. Because I was in college, I wasn’t quite aware that I must also be my current age, but I had to have been (for one thing, I knew Maura!), because I had a moderate expectation that if I went for another year after my senior year, they would give me an MFA due to my extensive publication background.

It was definitely a much *nicer* college dream than the usual one. And as I said here the other day, I thought it was only just very recently starting to sink in how much work I’ve done over the past few years. Possibly this reflects that. :)

miles to Morannon: 131.5

(x-posted from the essential kit)
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The Bellinghmanbellinghman on October 19th, 2009 05:20 am (UTC)
I get the school dream. That's the one where I find myself back at school, retaking all the subjects that in actuality I passed with flying colours the first time round.

I put it down to *cough* not actually completing my University course, and my subconscious deciding I need to retrace my steps. Never mind, we'll have one degree in the household by the end of this week.

(No, it won't be one of the cats sending off for one.)
Alix (Tersa): Arnold--contemplative (tersa)tersa on October 19th, 2009 11:56 am (UTC)
How weird! Because I had a dream last night I was back in high school with all my current knowledge/maturity, (but it was unclear as to whether or not I was in my teenaged or adult body).
scbutlerscbutler on October 19th, 2009 12:07 pm (UTC)
I have this dream as often as I have the regular (and nastier one). Though there's always some point where I start asking myself why I'm doing this all over again when if I've already got the degree. That's usually the point where I remember I'm dreaming.