My nightmare maker needs to get more creative

Last night I dreamed, as I often have before, that I had a twenty-five page research paper due at the end of the semester only weeks away, and I hadn’t even started it yet and I was swamped with half a dozen other projects, and just no time to work on anything. Usually, that’s enough to jolt me awake in a cold sweat, but I guess I’ve just gone through it too many times. I said to myself (in my dream), “Wait, a minute. I’m not even in school. I graduated a long time ago. Screw this research paper, I’m having a beer.”

So good luck scaring me subconscious! Your big gun (i.e., school) is now dead to me.

Heh…a recurring one of mine from years ago. I’m the leading man in a play…usually a famous play, like Death of a Salesman, which is a part I’ve long wanted to play. I get to the theater for opening night, I’m doing makeup and getting ready for the show…and the Stage Manager informs me that I am still the leading man, but the play has been changed. We are now doing Hamlet (or some other play, this part varies). She hands me a script and says I have an hour before curtain…