The smallest feline is a masterpiece. - Leonardo da Vinci
Welcome readers, I am starting a blog. It has no theme, just my own natterings and blatherings. I do happen to have three cats from Norway, but that's a story I'll tell some other day. I also want to have a cat quote starting every entry. Seems like a good idea.
I have been attending Dream High School for years, with it's twisty turny passages that are all the same, unable to find the class I'm supposed to be in, where there is a test I didn't study for. In one dream I got a call from the high school I graduated from telling me that because of some technicality I did not have a valid high school diploma, which then invalidated every degree earned since, and I was required to attend another year of high school. In some dreams I would discuss the situation with the principal, saying "But I graduated from college! I have a master's degree even" to no avail. I would have to sit in class with the high school kids feeling very out of place and conspicuous as the kids stared at me thinking "What's SHE doing here?".
I didn't care about that so much, just managing to go to class and keep up, which is impossible to do in Dream High School. Class schedules are lost, then forgotten. One forgets they are in Dream High school until right before the term is ending, having never even attended the first class. The classes themselves are impossible to find, one is forever going into the wrong classroom, and leaving in embarrassment after a while once the mistake is realized. School buses are constantly missed when you can't find your bus, one is often stranded far far from home. Panic abounds, clothes go missing and one is in class topless, or bottomless. Failure and humiliation are required courses in Dream High School. But then, one night recently, while attending Dream High School I had a brilliant idea - I could just go take the GED!!! It was such a great idea it woke me up, and I have apparently now graduated from Dream High School as I haven't had the dream since.
Unfortunately I must have then immediately matriculated at Dream University (A term coined by novelist Tom Robbins, by the way.) Dream University is much like Dream High School, except even more frustrating. Of course it's even harder to get transportation as there are no school buses and one is stranded in abandoned buildings looking for late students to bum a ride from. You can never get through to the registrar, or a professor, or department head. Of course, you can never remember what day of the week what time and what place you have classes. And it's always right before finals. In the last dream I was shouting over the crowd in panic at a Dream University outdoor town party saying "Does anyone go to the university? Anyone?? Please!! I need help!" before waking myself up. Since I 'm still relatively new to Dream University I'm not sure why I'm there, but in this last dream the Dream School authorities said I had to take a year of two classes per semester in order to complete my Master's degree because I never really finished it.
I'm pretty sure that after I retire I'll have hellish job dreams. I'll be in a panic over not actually going to work for ages, being unable to find my workplace, being horribly horribly late. Looking forward to it.. Not.
Welcome readers, I am starting a blog. It has no theme, just my own natterings and blatherings. I do happen to have three cats from Norway, but that's a story I'll tell some other day. I also want to have a cat quote starting every entry. Seems like a good idea.
I have been attending Dream High School for years, with it's twisty turny passages that are all the same, unable to find the class I'm supposed to be in, where there is a test I didn't study for. In one dream I got a call from the high school I graduated from telling me that because of some technicality I did not have a valid high school diploma, which then invalidated every degree earned since, and I was required to attend another year of high school. In some dreams I would discuss the situation with the principal, saying "But I graduated from college! I have a master's degree even" to no avail. I would have to sit in class with the high school kids feeling very out of place and conspicuous as the kids stared at me thinking "What's SHE doing here?".
I didn't care about that so much, just managing to go to class and keep up, which is impossible to do in Dream High School. Class schedules are lost, then forgotten. One forgets they are in Dream High school until right before the term is ending, having never even attended the first class. The classes themselves are impossible to find, one is forever going into the wrong classroom, and leaving in embarrassment after a while once the mistake is realized. School buses are constantly missed when you can't find your bus, one is often stranded far far from home. Panic abounds, clothes go missing and one is in class topless, or bottomless. Failure and humiliation are required courses in Dream High School. But then, one night recently, while attending Dream High School I had a brilliant idea - I could just go take the GED!!! It was such a great idea it woke me up, and I have apparently now graduated from Dream High School as I haven't had the dream since.
Unfortunately I must have then immediately matriculated at Dream University (A term coined by novelist Tom Robbins, by the way.) Dream University is much like Dream High School, except even more frustrating. Of course it's even harder to get transportation as there are no school buses and one is stranded in abandoned buildings looking for late students to bum a ride from. You can never get through to the registrar, or a professor, or department head. Of course, you can never remember what day of the week what time and what place you have classes. And it's always right before finals. In the last dream I was shouting over the crowd in panic at a Dream University outdoor town party saying "Does anyone go to the university? Anyone?? Please!! I need help!" before waking myself up. Since I 'm still relatively new to Dream University I'm not sure why I'm there, but in this last dream the Dream School authorities said I had to take a year of two classes per semester in order to complete my Master's degree because I never really finished it.
I'm pretty sure that after I retire I'll have hellish job dreams. I'll be in a panic over not actually going to work for ages, being unable to find my workplace, being horribly horribly late. Looking forward to it.. Not.
