Last night I dreamed I went back to college to finish my degree.
I lasted 1 class before realizing I had made a mistake and went to the office to withdraw.
Not a fun dream.
dreaming of failure
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Real life "beats out" dreams ...
One college course, came the midterm. I did what all the test-taking advice tells us:
"Read the whole exam, then first answer the easy questions." So I did. And did it again.
Total: Zero answered questions.
So, that being the last day to withdraw from classes - I went to the office and withdrew.
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I'm the guy who "breezed through" my four year Engineering (in Computer Science) in a mere =five= years ...
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"Public Service Announcement"
Any class (or 'life thingy') study and master the math.
Math is the hardest to recover from if you get behind.
No! =Not= failure. A disguised =Success=.
Your dream self learned that that course, that degree, was "not for you".
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Had this been 'waking life' - how much would that degree have cost you? What would the payback in salary be? Per Google, USA student loan debt comes to $1,700,000,000,000 USD. That's $5,072 per person, including babies.
Tell me again how your Dream-Self "failed" ... ?
How many English Lit. degree holders have, as a primary job skill, clearly enunciating "Do you want fries with that?"
Enunciation matters. I once turned and walked out of a fast food joint - because I was -unable- to understand the order-taker.
Must have been Popeye's
I had the same experience at a Popeye's drive-through. I didn't understand Ebonics.
Hugs
Patricia
Happiness is being all dressed up and HAVING some place to go.
Semper in femineo gerunt
Ich bin ein femininer Mann
Ya wanna a Not-Fun, a disturbing dream ... ?
I dreamt I was the first-person shooter against a certain recently, uhm, deceased (and arguably dis-eased) public figure.
After I made several chest shots, they somehow morphed into a kangaroo, doing twelve back flips before expiring ...
The other night...
Earlier this week, I dreamed I attended an awards show presented by the Universal Guild of Theatrical Rabbits, Hollywood Local. It was MC'd by Howie Mandel wearing big pink plastic ears and using an Elmer Fudd voice. There was lots of singing and dancing by boys and girls in various sorts of bunny costumes.
Early on, Mandel brought out a dumpy middle-aged man named Oscar Suarez, identified as the chief of maintenance for the theater. Then Mandel announced that here to accept Oscar was none other than that Oscar winning rabbit, Bugs Bunny. The curtain opened and there Bugs stood crossdressed as a bride and holding a bouquet which he hurled into the audience then scooped up Oscar and carried him off stage.
Then Mandel asked who had caught the bouquet and invited them to come up on stage. It was Dwayne Johnson and he climbed onto the stage, also wearing pink plastic oversized ears and he and Howie engaged in dueling Fudds, arguing about whether it was Howie Season or Dwayne season.
Then we watched a clip of a Broadway revival of Harvey starring Tom Hanks in the Jimmy Stewart part. It was pretty good, especially the aria sung by Charles Fleischer.
After that, it got entirely too silly to remember and I woke up laughing.
Hugs,
Erin
= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.