It's not the one where you show up for work only to discover you have arrived there in your "birthday suit". And it's not the one where you're being chased by a madman down a dark street.
It's the one where you're back at school!
Last night that was my nightmare. I've had it many times over the past 40 to 50 years although it's never exactly the same. There are variations but they're variations on the same theme. This time I am my current age and I find myself re-connected with a childhood friend (in my nightmare she's in her twenties which really is an additional nightmare since I'm not!) Anyway, she convinces me to go to grad school with her. I don't know where the school is. We have to take a bus. Trouble starts. I can't seem to find the right coins to pay to get on the bus. And I'm all thumbs. Can't pull out right change. Meanwhile my friend disappears. The bus drops me off...I don't know where. I fstart walking through weird streets, passing strange people, getting convoluted directions. But finally, finally I arrive. And I spot my friend. She's got a paper in her hand - her registration material which includes her class schedule. She's happily on her way to her first class. I hurry to the registration office. There are a few young people there. More arrive after me. I keep getting shoved out of the way. I finally push my way through to the front. The young girl behind the desk looks up at me. "You're pretty old to be going to school. What are you majoring in?"
Shit, I haven't the foggiest. I don't even know what I'm doing there. But I'm feeling that I must have my registration material and get my class schedule or I'll be late for my first class. And that would be awful.
While I'm trying to figure it all out, this bitch tells me it's lunch time and the registration office is closed. I am furious. And anxious.
What to do! Wake myself up, of course. Which is exactly what I did.
But as I lay there in bed, I kept thinking - how old do you have to be to stop having nightmares about being back in school and having stuff always going wrong??? I didn't even have a bad time at school.
I know I'm not the only one. I share some of these school nightmares with friends and family and they have their own variations on the school theme. Really, enough is enough. I want to finally graduate!
It's the one where you're back at school!
Last night that was my nightmare. I've had it many times over the past 40 to 50 years although it's never exactly the same. There are variations but they're variations on the same theme. This time I am my current age and I find myself re-connected with a childhood friend (in my nightmare she's in her twenties which really is an additional nightmare since I'm not!) Anyway, she convinces me to go to grad school with her. I don't know where the school is. We have to take a bus. Trouble starts. I can't seem to find the right coins to pay to get on the bus. And I'm all thumbs. Can't pull out right change. Meanwhile my friend disappears. The bus drops me off...I don't know where. I fstart walking through weird streets, passing strange people, getting convoluted directions. But finally, finally I arrive. And I spot my friend. She's got a paper in her hand - her registration material which includes her class schedule. She's happily on her way to her first class. I hurry to the registration office. There are a few young people there. More arrive after me. I keep getting shoved out of the way. I finally push my way through to the front. The young girl behind the desk looks up at me. "You're pretty old to be going to school. What are you majoring in?"
Shit, I haven't the foggiest. I don't even know what I'm doing there. But I'm feeling that I must have my registration material and get my class schedule or I'll be late for my first class. And that would be awful.
While I'm trying to figure it all out, this bitch tells me it's lunch time and the registration office is closed. I am furious. And anxious.
What to do! Wake myself up, of course. Which is exactly what I did.
But as I lay there in bed, I kept thinking - how old do you have to be to stop having nightmares about being back in school and having stuff always going wrong??? I didn't even have a bad time at school.
I know I'm not the only one. I share some of these school nightmares with friends and family and they have their own variations on the school theme. Really, enough is enough. I want to finally graduate!
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