I had one of those horrible dreams where it’s the last week of classes and you’ve just realized you’ve forgotten, for the entire semester, to go to one of them. Except this was worse than usual, because it was somehow a semester and a *half* (it was high school, not college) and I hadn’t missed *one* class, I’d missed *all* of them, and I wasn’t going to graduate unless I somehow got to talk to *all* of my teachers and explain (not that I had an explanation) and do seven months of make-up work in the remaining two months of school. And every time I tried to go explain something else happened and made it worse and I couldn’t get anything resolved.
Think I’m stressed much? o.O
Today is clearly one of those days when I simply have no idea what day it is or what’s going on around me. It took me (despite sitting next to a calendar) several minutes to determine that it was Saturday, not Sunday. All I know is that right now I have to finish the TQB galleys (which are…*pauses for 4 minutes*…now done, at least in the first pass; I have to go over it once more with my parents’ and
I dunno. Intellectually at this point I don’t *feel* stressed, possibly because I’ve reached a state of so much AGH that the only thing I can do is one project at a time and not really worry about the next one, ’cause it’s not going to get done any damned faster if I do worry about it. Apparently my hind brain, however, is a little more strained than that.
*whooshes out a big sigh of air* Wonder if I’m man enough to take the entire TQB manuscript out with Mom and Dad’s notes and have a sit-down in a cafe somewhere to zip through the last edits. (The only reason my manliness is in question is because it’s a heavy manuscript, and I’m lazy. :)) I’d best be, though, because I’m far more likely to get it done if I do that than if I sit around at home theoretically working on it.
The sun starts coming back in seven days. Thank Quantum.
As far as we can tell, Quantum has very little to do with it. Thank Gravity, instead. In spite of the best efforts of the string theorists, the two are barely on speaking terms with each other.:-)
Good luck with your edits and calming your hindbrain.
I get those dreams, too. Every once and a while, other people mention them, and I get that sigh of relief that maybe it’s not just my subconscious that is weird, but that’s always followed by “why is this a common dream?”
Ha! Welcome to the world of displaced stress dreams.
I get those usually around the start of term and they are either
1) Hey! You’ve decided to go back to school and do your Leaving Cert’ again. Hope you have your homework.
2) Hey. You are teaching primary/elementary school today. Try and find your classroom!
Obviously this means that I am still scared of my old school but not as scared of adolescent students so have to switrch the old anxiety dream back to younger kids who are definitely harder to deal with.
I had a couple of those in the last semester of grad school and the feeling would then linger all day, in utter defiance of rationality….
It’s always nice to see you feeling the stress of having too much to do. Reminds us that you’re human after all. :)
Because school is hell?
There, there, Kit. It’s the year-end brain-burn freakout. Best cure is to take plenty of breathing breaks. And do something physical when it gets insane.
I think we are telepathically linked. This morning I was reflecting that I don’t feel stressed, either, and I actually feel fairly rested and energetic enough to tackle some of the bigger chores like cleaning the storage shed (which has since been accomplished), and then I was standing in ankle-deep mud in sub-freezing temps, trying to drag a heavy cart full of hay, with oversized and very hungry yearling “helping” lighten the cart of its alfalfa, and, well, yeah. Stressed. Oh yeah.
Have package of proofs sitting on counter. Have not opened package. Cannot face package. No. No no no no no no no no no nooooooooooo000000000000000……………