Posted: 12/16/2011 6:53:20 PM EDT
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For the past 2 or 3 years, almost nightly, I have been dreaming that I'm back in school, behind on my studies, and desperately trying to get my diploma.
Background info- I'm 36- Truck driver for nine years, have a basket weaving degree from State U, and recently hired by a major Railroad as a conductor. |
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not every night, but about 2 times a year i have a similar dream. it goes something like this:
how long until finals? wait, how much of this class did i skip this semester? did i even GO? i thought i dropped that class? DID i drop that class?? is it too late to drop??? fuck, im fucked. i imagine i dream this, because i skipped so much class in college 
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not every night, but about 2 times a year i have a similar dream. it goes something like this: how long until finals? wait, how much of this class did i skip this semester? did i even GO? i thought i dropped that class? DID i drop that class?? is it too late to drop??? fuck, im fucked. i imagine i dream this, because i skipped so much class in college I have that one a lot too, im 26, had it ever since i graduated, and I didn't cut much class |
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I've had recurring dreams (many years in the past). I figured they were due to stress since they stopped when I changed jobs.
Mine were always the same (recurring dream....). I was in a large building, at night, there was a group of armed criminals after me and my 1911 would not fire. Not sure why the 1911 wouldn't fire since it never once malfunctioned on me during the years I carried it on duty, off duty and just plinking/practicing at the range and out in the woods. But in the dream it did and I couldn't figure out why it wouldn't fire, I just had to try to get away and dodge bullets. I know why the dream was set in a building with armed criminals. Because part of my job (one of the most enjoyable parts) was surveillance of buildings from inside at night in the attempt to catch/stop break ins/thefts of computers/office machine/other equipment that occurred at times. We had to work solo, we could not be seen by anyone that worked there (sometimes people would come in in the middle of the night or come in early to work) and we were only supposed to use our radio to call for back up in the event we had someone in the building stealing and were going to make an arrest. We never caught anyone and near the end I began to believe that someone in the department was telling the gang which buildings we occupied and which nights to stay away as the break ins would occur every so often, but not when one of us was in a building. It was kind of "fun" putting on the black camo face paint, dressing in black (shoes and all) and sneaking from floor to floor by the stairwells. We had to be alert to someone coming into the building (the folks that worked there were to a person to lazy to use the stairs so we would hear the elevators start up/come alive and usually had time to be well away before the elevator might get to the floor we were on. Oh, face paint and black clothes because the lights were turned off at night to conserve electricity unless someone was working late. Nothing like evading successfully all night to give you a thrill. Just wish we'd managed to stop/catch some of the bad guys a time or two. Stress will do funny things to your head. |
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For the past 2 or 3 years, almost nightly, I have been dreaming that I'm back in school, behind on my studies, and desperately trying to get my diploma. Background info- I'm 36- Truck driver for nine years, have a basket weaving degree from State U, and recently hired by a major Railroad as a conductor. The dream coupled with you current profession had me searching the Gospel of Tull for answers... 
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not every night, but about 2 times a year i have a similar dream. it goes something like this: how long until finals? wait, how much of this class did i skip this semester? did i even GO? i thought i dropped that class? DID i drop that class?? is it too late to drop??? fuck, im fucked. i imagine i dream this, because i skipped so much class in college Almost that exact dream has happened to me at least half a dozen times this year. What's weird is that I have two degrees already. Dunno why this is going on. LC |
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Some time ago a crazy dream came to me
I dreamt I was walkin’ into World War Three I went to the doctor the very next day To see what kinda words he could say He said it was a bad dream I wouldn’t worry ’bout it none, though They were my own dreams and they’re only in my head |
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Stress. Virtually every college grad who has been under pressure has those dreams. Yep. Have the same type dream every so often. I show up to a class that I had forgotten about until a couple weeks before the end of the semester, completely lost about what was going on. Sadly though, I actually lived that dream a few times in college before I got serious. |
| Stress.... I used to work a shitty job unloading freight from trucks... I had this reoccurring nightmare that was restrained to the ground, and a conveyor belt would shoot boxes of various sizes that would hit me in the head all night... I found a new job, something I enjoyed doing and have yet to have that dream again... Your mind is fucked up place, full of magic and magnets.... don't fuck with it... |
I commercial fished in Alaska for a couple of years. Twenty years later, I still have dreams that I'm back out trawling in the winter. Typically I dream that I wake up on the boat and my first thought is "Wow, how did I fuck up to wind up back here?". Once I dreamed I was delivering the ferry "Coho" back up and along the way, we were out on deck with torches and welders converting her into a Factory Trawler
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It means that you are suppressing childhood memories of showering with a man named Sandusky. No matter how hard you scrub, it is your lot in life to forever feel dirty. Too soon?
I have dreams of gettiing back from leave and checking in at CQ 25 years later after the Army every so often. Your mind is a weird place. I hope it never ends with Christopher Walken recording them. |
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Something like that happened to me in real life.
I took two years of Spanish in high school and a year of Intermediate Spanish as a freshman at a Juco. It transferred. Late in my last semester I was called to the Deans office and a woman was checking my transcript, saying she thought I was 3 hours short in a foreign language. This was before Joaquín Guzmán's famous, "Esto se va a poner de la chingada" but that was what I implied to her and they eventually let it drop. Sometimes I dream I'm cleaning out a closet after my last final and I see a text book with a class schedule in it and I realize I forgot to ever show up for the class. I think it's somehow related. |
