When I was an undergrad in the late '70s I had nightmares like this. Typically in my version, I would have gone home to my parents' place in Toronto, and suddenly I would realize: Ohmigod, I'm supposed to be back in Kingston writing an exam AT THIS VERY MOMENT!!! Quick -- if I jump in the car and drive like hell, can I make it in time to salvage something?That dream recurred throughout the years of my program, and for a couple of years after graduation, then sort of petered out.....
....fast forward 15 years....
....and I'm back in school again, doing a Master's. And damned if that nightmare doesn't start up all over....
Sort of makes me wonder if it's such a good idea, taking another degree after I retire. At that age, my heart might not take that kind of stress....
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I've heard of similar dreams from several people over the years. Seems a fairly common occurrence. But why?
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