MP dreaming
Sep. 25th, 2017 03:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beccaelizabethI had the weirdest most convoluted stress dream
where I was an independent MP
trying to get to a vote
on something I hadn't read and couldn't get a clear idea of
that was nevertheless on a knife edge balance to pass and Very Important.
It combined all the most stressful features of lost in a hotel, cannot find a bathroom, lost my notes, didn't study and now it's finals, and public blooming speaking. Plus high stakes public listening when nobody would shut up, which is pretty stressful too. And I kept getting called away for minor crises while people were doing the actual substantive portions of their speeches and only getting back for the rah rah we're the best parts, so I still didn't know what the vote was about, except everyone thought it was important.
And then someone stole my trousers.
Which I suspect does not happen often at parliament but what do I know?
And honestly for a dream where nobody tried to kill anybody it managed to stack up All The Things.
At the point of waking up I had successfully stopped books falling off a windowsill onto people's heads, but in doing so had become trapped at the end of a narrow corridor, as someone had chosen it as the perfect out of the way place to give birth and already had a baby half way out of them, with associated medical personnel ready to catch.
So now I've woken up with a vague sense of things not done
and an underlying reservoir of feeling entirely inadequate to the tasks.
Who would want a representative and choose me?
where I was an independent MP
trying to get to a vote
on something I hadn't read and couldn't get a clear idea of
that was nevertheless on a knife edge balance to pass and Very Important.
It combined all the most stressful features of lost in a hotel, cannot find a bathroom, lost my notes, didn't study and now it's finals, and public blooming speaking. Plus high stakes public listening when nobody would shut up, which is pretty stressful too. And I kept getting called away for minor crises while people were doing the actual substantive portions of their speeches and only getting back for the rah rah we're the best parts, so I still didn't know what the vote was about, except everyone thought it was important.
And then someone stole my trousers.
Which I suspect does not happen often at parliament but what do I know?
And honestly for a dream where nobody tried to kill anybody it managed to stack up All The Things.
At the point of waking up I had successfully stopped books falling off a windowsill onto people's heads, but in doing so had become trapped at the end of a narrow corridor, as someone had chosen it as the perfect out of the way place to give birth and already had a baby half way out of them, with associated medical personnel ready to catch.
So now I've woken up with a vague sense of things not done
and an underlying reservoir of feeling entirely inadequate to the tasks.
Who would want a representative and choose me?