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.