Dissertation anxiety dreams
May. 28th, 2013 09:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beccaelizabethToday I dreamed I had to hand in my dissertation and all the printers were busted. It didn't greatly resemble reality outside of those facts, but I expect that dream to join the regular line up.
Then there was one where I got called in to read a bunch of legal stuff and most of it was nonsense but they said for complicated reasons my dissertation didn't count but if I signed this nonsense they could appeal. But I couldn't sign nonsense because you're supposed to be promising it's true, so I kept trying to read it and it kept making no sense.
There was also a dash of having to take exams in the dark after a bomb scare and then everyone from high school turning up to take a more advanced exam they'd be better at.
And finally there was getting my results and seeing an AWESOME grade... for my log book, and an awful grade for my dissertation, and not knowing how to do the maths to make a final grade from it.
And yet still a bigger feature of my night's entertainment and/or terror was the dream where I moved into a new flat! With a flat mate who had children. And nobody could decide which bits of the flat belonged to who. And then we went exploring and found more corridors than geometry would strictly speaking allow. And it turned into the lost in a hotel dream, which I recognised within the dream, hey this is the lost in a hotel dream how does this even fit in a flat? And then I was walking past mirrors and couldn't see myself, which has happened in hotels before, at a vampire convention no less, so it was obvious what had happened. And my new flat mate saw it too, and started growling...
But we weren't the only things in the corridors and we at least knew the other hadn't attacked us yet so we decided to team up and find our way back to the kids. Which wasn't working terribly well.
And then we met Jack Harkness. And it all got a bit meta. I theorised that there was a thing what fed on fears and it knew that as long as I could hope for the Captain to come rescue us I wasn't as scared as I could get. And he was all *dashing hero grin* and promises of rescue, and I sort of sighed and said, nope, that's not the scariest thing that could happen next.
So there's a vampire, a werewolf, and kind of a zombie, running around what felt like a fully booked hotel. Jack wondered why we'd been staying in the corridors and I said something about the feeling of foreboding induced by the closed doors. So he opened a door and it turned out to be full of more traditional zombies. That were hungry. So then a lot of the rest of the dream involved him distracting the zombies in ways only he could survive.
Honestly, between that and the dissertation dreams, I don't know which ones I'd pick. I mean with the Harkness dreams you at least know there's something shiny waiting once you all stop being ate by things. Wake up from the dissertation dreams and one is left with a feeling of vague plausibility, and even if it all does work out I'll have a degree and no idea what to do with it.
... my ideas of what to do with Jack Harkness are extensive and well explored...
Then there was one where I got called in to read a bunch of legal stuff and most of it was nonsense but they said for complicated reasons my dissertation didn't count but if I signed this nonsense they could appeal. But I couldn't sign nonsense because you're supposed to be promising it's true, so I kept trying to read it and it kept making no sense.
There was also a dash of having to take exams in the dark after a bomb scare and then everyone from high school turning up to take a more advanced exam they'd be better at.
And finally there was getting my results and seeing an AWESOME grade... for my log book, and an awful grade for my dissertation, and not knowing how to do the maths to make a final grade from it.
And yet still a bigger feature of my night's entertainment and/or terror was the dream where I moved into a new flat! With a flat mate who had children. And nobody could decide which bits of the flat belonged to who. And then we went exploring and found more corridors than geometry would strictly speaking allow. And it turned into the lost in a hotel dream, which I recognised within the dream, hey this is the lost in a hotel dream how does this even fit in a flat? And then I was walking past mirrors and couldn't see myself, which has happened in hotels before, at a vampire convention no less, so it was obvious what had happened. And my new flat mate saw it too, and started growling...
But we weren't the only things in the corridors and we at least knew the other hadn't attacked us yet so we decided to team up and find our way back to the kids. Which wasn't working terribly well.
And then we met Jack Harkness. And it all got a bit meta. I theorised that there was a thing what fed on fears and it knew that as long as I could hope for the Captain to come rescue us I wasn't as scared as I could get. And he was all *dashing hero grin* and promises of rescue, and I sort of sighed and said, nope, that's not the scariest thing that could happen next.
So there's a vampire, a werewolf, and kind of a zombie, running around what felt like a fully booked hotel. Jack wondered why we'd been staying in the corridors and I said something about the feeling of foreboding induced by the closed doors. So he opened a door and it turned out to be full of more traditional zombies. That were hungry. So then a lot of the rest of the dream involved him distracting the zombies in ways only he could survive.
Honestly, between that and the dissertation dreams, I don't know which ones I'd pick. I mean with the Harkness dreams you at least know there's something shiny waiting once you all stop being ate by things. Wake up from the dissertation dreams and one is left with a feeling of vague plausibility, and even if it all does work out I'll have a degree and no idea what to do with it.
... my ideas of what to do with Jack Harkness are extensive and well explored...