My dream generator certainly has a sense of humor
On Monday I wrote:
I don’t think I’ve had a student anxiety dream in many years. Maybe there are some perks to getting this old. I do recall that, a decade or two ago, I had the student anxiety dream as usual—about math, like most of the others. And then, as I was sitting in my chair in that classroom, the following thought dawned on me: I have a law degree. I must have graduated from high school, and from college, and from law school. So I don’t have to have this dream anymore.
Apparently my psyche thought that was remarkably humorous. So humorous it was going to teach me a lesson.
Last night I had a dream.
I dreamed I was somewhere in a distant city. I was at some get-together, meeting people (my memory of that part is vague; but the dream itself was not). Several of the people there told me that the very next day they were driving to attend what would be my college reunion (I won’t say what year, but a biggie). Would I like to come along? I could hop in and be there easily, tomorrow.
It sounded very tempting. I’ve never been to one of my college reunions. And then I remembered.
I had a big exam coming up tomorrow. And so I had to decline.
Ha-ha-ha, neo old girl! You think that you don’t have to have this dream again? Apparently you do, and it will now include the fact that you’ve already graduated from college. It will be incorporated into the dream, and it won’t matter because exams are still coming.
I don’t get school dreams now, but I still get occasional work dreams. I have been retired since 2004. My wife was a teacher for 30 yr, retired in 2002 and she still has an occasional teacher dream.
No rest from the Spanish Inquisition. Unexpected, assuredly.
Hey, it could be worse:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m3pAsO-JtDw
I have dreams in which I am naked, but nobody seems to notice.
My anxiety dreams are never about tests. It’s always a matter of not knowing where I’m supposed to be in school setting. Usually this involves simply forgetting my schedule or not recalling which classroom is in which building. Sometimes even the campus is unrecognizable.
So just now I was listening for some reason, on an odd impulse, to Johnny Rivers do “Sunny” live at the Whiskey A Go Go; something I am not even sure I heard as a kid or should have known of. And a realization related to this thread just struck me so powerfully I had to come here to mention it.
And no it is not that true story of my walking into an Econ class for the final after having attended about 5 classes all semester.
It’s a dream I had about music the other night, apparently.
And what I dreamt was that I suddenly had – was exercising – a perfect and fluid ability to play any chord forms that fit any song instantly … even the kind of jazz style rhythm chords which don’t leverage off the obvious melody for their root notes, as strumming does.
Instantly … without thinking. I could hear them in my head and understand how they complemented and form them perfectly at will and without practice. Huh …
I suppose musicians can. But I am not a musician, though I own some nice guitars. Huh. Maybe I need to get practicing and playing again.
I don’t get school/final exam dreams any more, if I ever did. What I do get (on average of every month or two) is a work dream – the nightmare of the radio studio/TV control room that doesn’t function. Nothing properly hooked up to the control board, can’t find the log, can’t pull the music or the program tapes in time, and it’s counting down to air time in five minutes …. four minutes … three minutes… and the library is locked … Yep – every couple of months, usually when I am stressing about something. Haven’t pulled a radio shift in about fifteen years, and haven’t run a TV control board in twenty-five, but the nightmares still show up.