The ‘I Forgot About Class’ Dream
We’re back, dear readers, after our one-week hiatus. And there’s nothing like time off to recharge the batteries, refresh the mind, and, well, come back with a variety of things to discuss with you all. First on this list is a dream that I had this weekend, one that terrifies me to my very soul. And for some reason, it’s one that everyone I know has. It’s the dream where you’re in school and you completely forget about a class for like three months, only to wake up one morning absolutely screwed. Let’s discuss…
Now, aside from being totally unrealistic, which is a quality I desire in all my dreams, it’s one that still has the ability to frighten me to my very subconscious bones. And what makes it even more scary and weird is that I have it all the time. Yes, I’m aware of recurring dreams and that they probably mean something about my parents or first day of school or something I didn’t go to school to learn, but why is it that everyone has this dream – all the time!?
I mean, don’t you guys have this same dream? And don’t you have it say, I don’t know, at least twice a year? Dog chasing you, sure. Scoring the winning goal, absolutely. But why isn’t the ‘crap I totally forgot about that one class I signed up for at the beginning of the year but never went to and now I’m totally f’d’ dream’ lumped in there with all the rest? And what does it say about us?
On the surface, it could mean that all of us were paranoid about school and our grades and pleasing our parents or ourselves or whatever reason we got that meaningless high GPA, when all we had to do was do well on our graduate exam (a subject for another time). But I don’t think that’s it. Cause I know I was not the model student, not by a long shot. Classes were a mere pit-stop in between naps, movie marathons on TBS and TNT and trips to the rec center to cancel out the aforementioned.
So what is it then? Why do I keep having this awful, terrifying dream? And why then, is it so terrifying? I mean, I wake up sweating like I just outlasted an all-night FBI manhunt for my own body, found dead or alive. But instead, I’ve decided to equate homicide, rabid dogs and ghosts with a neglected class that I could eventually drop if the situation actually arose.
Thanks, subconscious. Thanks.
The sinister cousin of the “forgot about that class” dream is the “server’s nightmare”. Anyone who has had the pleasure of waiting tables knows that once you quit your job at the restaurant, your dreams are still forever haunted. The server’s nightmare usually consists of you tying on your apron for a casual wednesday night dinner shift, and walking out onto the floor only to find that your station is slammed. Every table is full of very pissed off looking customers and you dont even know where to start. Oh, and the manager cut everyone else so you have to take all the other tables as well. The horrible thing about this dream is it doesnt startle you awake, you are doomed to work that shift mentally for the entire night. In your head you know perfectly well that its 5am and you fight back tears as you wonder why customers are still coming in. Dont they know that we are closed?