My husband and I share a computer at home. He usually uses Chrome and I use Firefox. That means we can both remain logged in to Facebook at all times. We’re lazy like that.
I tell you this so that you don’t think I’m just a snooping wife when you read the following sentence.
So, I was browsing my husband’s newsfeed tonight (see, right there) because my brand-spanking new Instagram for Droid app is being funky. I wanted to see if my pictures are being posted twice on other people’s feeds because for some reason, I’m getting two sets of likes and comments for my Instagram pics. Weird.
Anyway, as I was looking for my picture, I saw one of his friends post the following status:
I have that SAME EXACT NIGHTMARE often. Like, really often. At least once a month, if not more. And I graduated college in 1999.
In my version of the dream, it’s the last week of school before graduation and I suddenly realize I’m still enrolled in a class that I thought I’d dropped at the beginning of the semester. I run all across campus trying to buy back the textbook that I’ve already sold (clearly I needed the beer money) and I’m begging anyone and everyone in the class to share a semester’s worth of notes (of course the bastards won’t share).
It’s always the same professor, which is weird because I’m not actually sure anymore if it was even a professor I had in college. And it’s always in the same auditorium. I can’t even place which auditorium it is in real-life on the Syracuse campus (although I think it was in Maxwell, surprisingly not Newhouse).
Many of the other details are always the same too. I’m always tearing through my desk at our house on Clarendon Street, desperately trying to find any notes from the first couple weeks of the class. And then I try to run to make it to the class and it’s that dreamlike run where you feel yourself trying to run but it feels like your whole body is underwater. No matter how hard I struggle, I can’t get any closer to the class.
When I finally arrive, it’s always at the end of the class, the professor glares at me and I know I’m screwed.
Every time I have the dream, I wake up feeling really panicked and I spend that entire day convinced I’ve forgotten to do something important.
I just never thought other people were having THE.SAME.EXACT.DREAM. I’m narcissistic like that.
I’ve always had really vivid dreams, so I know I should write them down. One particular Holocaust-related nightmare I had after seeing “A Beautiful Life” 15 years ago STILL haunts me. Hey, if that Twilight chick can turn a dream about a sparkly boy into a global phenomenon, then maybe I should start paying attention to my dreams, too, right?
Robert, have you ever wanted to play a mean, unyielding professor? Oh man, there’s my next dream!
But seriously, why do I have the same dream over and over again? What does it mean? Are any of you amateur dream sleuths? Is it just one of those dreams a lot of people have? I’m 13 years out of college, so if DadJovi’s friend is right, I only have to endure one more year.
I hope its replacement isn’t worse.
Do you have any recurring dreams or nightmares?