I've enjoyed a stretch of mostly stress-free days this summer. Nights, however, are a different story. Often I have dreams that are -- well, stressful. For example, the other night I dreamt that I was desperate for a haircut. My regular stylist wasn't available, so I had another woman in the shop cut my hair. When I gave her my card to pay for the cut, the charge rang up as $150. "Why didn't you tell me it would cost this much?!!" I exclaimed in my dream. And then sobbing, I wailed, "But I don't have that much money!" Very stressful indeed. But not as stressful as last night's dream. Last night was a new version of my recurring concentration camp nightmare. In the dream, I was a prisoner fearing for my life. There were hundreds of us held captive under the watchful eye of brutal guards. Our job? We were housed in a library and were forced to study all day, every day. Given my present vocation, it doesn't take a therapy session to interpret that dream. Do you suppose I've been a student far too long?
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I've been having crazy dreams lately too. And, did you know on facebook that we are "soul mates" when it comes to movies. I wonder if we are connected more than just by blood. Our subconsciousnesses(hm, is that a word?) are in cohorts and they are gaining up on us with awful dreams. That gives ms pause. . . .
Loved the picture. Good luck with the move and getting your dissertation proposal done.
When are you moving? I hope that your studies prove more rewarding than in your dreams! =)
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