A twist on the standard anxiety dream:
Because I’ve worked in radio for going on 40 years, most of my anxiety dreams are of the “dead air, can’t find a record, can’t reach the microphone” variety. But the dream this morning was an interesting twist on the trope.
For some reason, I had to go back to my old high school to finish a course. I couldn’t find the correct locker, I had to bring in food items which stained my shirt, and once I found my classroom, could not find the book I needed. Several helpful classmates kept telling me that it was on “that shelf right there,” but when I walked over to it, I couldn’t find it. Just about everyone in the class said, “It’s right in front of you!” Nope, no help.
And then the teacher said, “Aren’t you going to take notes?”
“Notes on what?” I replied. “You haven’t started teaching.”
My fellow students all laughed and held up pages of words. At that point, the teacher said, “Okay, let’s have a pop quiz on the lesson so far.”
I woke up as I was angrily shouting, “But you haven’t started teaching yet!”
Thanks a lot, stupid brain.