So last night I had one of my fairly common anxiety dreams - I was in college, it was several weeks in, and I had forgotten what classes I had enrolled in, so I had never attended most of them. Pretty standard, yadda yadda.
But there was a new character - one of the teachers in a class that I had been going to was a gorgeous woman with an African accent - she looked a lot like Iman.
And what did my subconcious decide to name her? **Professor Botswana. ** :dubious:
Like it just was all “OK, she’s African, what’s a name of something in Africa? Oh, Botswana, it’s a country not a person but whatever, it’ll do.” :smack::smack:
I suppose it could be worse - it could have named her after General Butt Naked.
When I have the “oh no, don’t know what classes I’m enrolled in, haven’t been to any of them” dream, it’s high school and it’s the last week of the quarter, so I have to do ALL the work in a very short time.
About this time last year, I had a dream where I was checking into a Hilton-type hotel, elevatored up three floors with my bags but, when the doors opened, there was no floor to step onto, there was a three-floor pyramid of empty, upside-down liquor boxes and I had to sidle–bags in hand–around a beautiful, fully decorated Christmas tree at the top of the pyramid.
I am no way creative enough to manufacture something like that awake.
Oddly, I’ve never had this dream. My school related dreams are all social in nature, as that’s where my anxieties lay, not in the schoolwork itself. I’m one of those geeks who did better on tests than on anything else, so I never have the test dream.
I also have a lot of dreams that seem to be about recapturing my youth, having me go to school while not letting people know that I’m too old. Or being at college but getting lost and not being able to find my way back to my dorm. (Because, in dreams, I can’t just walk back the way you came. Everything behind me changes.)
I will be naked in school sometimes, but those are usually the ones where I realize it’s a dream and make everyone not notice by sheer willpower–even if I still don’t realize that the school part isn’t real, either.
I have such dreams about once a month. Not only haven’t I attended class or done the work, I don’t even know where classes are being held.
Even worse are the ones where I am repeating college or medical school for no apparent reason. Over the weekend I had one where my dorm room was the size of a utility closet.
I suspect a lot of the missed class/anxiety stuff stems from a real-life experience where I goofed off massively during a Bio intro class freshman year in college and had to borrow notes from several people and cram unbelievably for the final.
Y’know what’s weird? Even teachers get those dreams. One of the most vivid dreams I’ve ever had was running into a classroom and blurting “I’m SO sorry! I just now found out I was assigned this class! It’s finals week… what have you been doing all semester without me?” One student replied “Oh, we’re fine. We found a good text book and we’ve been taking turns presenting chapters and giving quizzes.”
I would think that would make you MORE susceptible to the test dream. If you stink at tests, there’s not a lot of anxiety connected to possibly failing them.
I, too, have that dream about once a month. I’m always in high school and the class is almost invariably calculus. Sometimes French.
I get the classic school anxiety dream from time to time. It’s funny how common those are. What’s the equivalent for people who have never been to school, I wonder?
I also once dreamed that I was singing a big part in a Handel oratorio and somehow didn’t even look at the music until about an hour before the performance.
That is hilarious. I guess you have a part of your subconscious that is not completely comfortable with racial integration, but at least is trying to solve it in a humorous way. I say well done whatever-part-of-you-that-is-directing-your-life. I mean dreams. Ah… what’s the difference anyway?
I’ve had plenty of dreams where I’m just about to make sexy time with a beautiful woman, and zero dreams where I actually make sexy time with a beautiful woman. My subconscious self is a douche with terrible luck.
And there was that one where I was playing football on the old high school field, except the ball was a box of cornstarch.
Far from it. If I have a high school dream it’s about how I can’t find my schedule and don’t know where & when my classes are, if I have a public school dream it’s that I go back to my old school as a grown-up but everything has changed.
The other night I dreamed that I was walking around my old public school noticing the changes - one of which was that they built a candy store upstairs. Wtf?
My asshole subconscious likes to make me dream that I’m finally with the guy that I had a crush on in elementary school or high school. That was over 20 years ago.
Reading this I am just so jealous how everyone remembers their dreams… I never remember anything unless I’m sick and have really weird dreams and wake up in the middle of the night.
My school dream is that I’m back in school and it’s coming up to the maths final exam, and I suddenly realise that I haven’t been to maths class all year and have basically no idea what’s going on. I’m getting all stressed worrying about whether I have time to learn the stuff, when I gradually start to realise that wait a minute! I’m a grown adult, with a career that I love and that isn’t dependent on me passing these exams…so is there any reason why I should even do the maths exam?
I was actually pretty good at maths, and didn’t dislike it - the subject I sucked at was science - so I have no idea why my subconscious picks the maths exam.
Dude. I have an ongoing series of dreams wherein I come thatclose to sexy times with David Bowie, and every single time it doesn’t wind up happening. :mad::mad::mad::mad::mad:
I tell Husband that he doesn’t need to worry about me running around on him, since apparently I can’t be unfaithful even in the privacy of my own subconcious. Even with David freaking Bowie.
Last night’s thrilling episode featured me realizing that the lawn I’ve been trying to grow had not only sprouted but completely filled in, and should have been mowed. It’s taking over!! :eek: I was so happy. And then I woke up and there’s nary a green leaf in sight.:mad: stoopid grass seeds.
