# Auxiliary MMP: Matt has a nightmare about the calendar

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**Category:** Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share\
**Tags:** mmp\
**Created:** [June 18, 2007, 1:02pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/auxiliary-mmp-matt-has-a-nightmare-about-the-calendar/408453 "2007-06-18T13:02:55Z")\
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**Author:** ![matt\_mcl](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/m/7ab992/32.png) [@matt\_mcl](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/matt_mcl)\
**Post date:** [June 18, 2007, 1:02pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/auxiliary-mmp-matt-has-a-nightmare-about-the-calendar/408453/1 "2007-06-18T13:02:55Z")

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I just had the most scary nightmare I’ve had in a long time. And it was really, really weird.

In my nightmare, I’m back from a date; for some reason we’re at Mom and Dad’s house, making out. I go to bed. When I wake up, it’s snowing – blizzarding, and the living room is decorated for Christmas. I can’t figure out what date it is. My dad (who is alive) keeps evading the question. Watches, Palm Pilots, computers won’t tell me; they keep giving different dates each time they are queried. My dad acts as if this is normal. Mom and Theo get home. I ask Theo and he won’t tell me; when I yell at him what the month is, he vaguely says, “…March?” My mom says, kindly, “Well, you know it doesn’t really matter, in this new system.” And I wail, “It matters to _me!_ When I went to bed, it was _June!!_” I’m wondering if I’ll ever know the date again, how I could possibly go to bed and wake up months later and have nobody notice, why nobody will tell me what date it is, yelling and crying my frustration. (Finally I heard my real voice and felt that rushing sensation of waking up abruptly from a nightmare and was incredibly relieved – not even “It wasn’t real!” or “It was all a dream,” but rather “_That_ explains it!”)

It felt absolutely real (often my nightmares have a slightly fictional quality to them that keeps me from being too afraid of them) and absolutely bewildering and frightening – and yet what does it say about me that I had a nightmare about the _date?_

It is Monday, June 18, 2007. It’s very weird not to take that completely for granted.

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**Author:** ![Sunspace](https://sea3.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/user_avatar/boards.straightdope.com/sunspace/32/1250_2.png) [@Sunspace](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Sunspace)\
**Post date:** [June 18, 2007, 1:07pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/auxiliary-mmp-matt-has-a-nightmare-about-the-calendar/408453/2 "2007-06-18T13:07:29Z")

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June? It’s July 3rd!

Or maybe I overslept again. 🙂

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**Author:** ![Anne\_Neville](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/a/b9e5f3/32.png) [@Anne\_Neville](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Anne_Neville)\
**Post date:** [June 18, 2007, 5:03pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/auxiliary-mmp-matt-has-a-nightmare-about-the-calendar/408453/3 "2007-06-18T17:03:55Z")

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I had a dream that I woke up, it was 2000, and I was still on a trip to England that I took back then- the past seven years had been a dream.

When I actually did wake up, I wasn’t sure which was the dream and which was real. That happens to me every so often (sometimes with the dreams that I’m back in school), and it sucks.