A lot went on today.

[fflo]

Have made it up to the dog for going out to karaoke after ice cream after softball. Gonna need a new bully stick. Hope she lets me sleep in.

This morning I woke up at 6 and went back to sleep. I dreamed, and the plot was all about how my dissertation was due. Today. Later today. And I hadn't started. I didn't even have an advisor or a committee, nor know who the hell is in my department any more. I was wandering around town (some town) and in a mall, maybe, or perhaps a campus building; stopped in a stairwell to cry. There was somebody, maybe a cleaning person, I was hoping would hear and comfort me.

It was all very stressful, but when I thought about packing it in and living with being ABD, it was too terrible a thought. I couldn't let go of the illusion that I might knock out a dissertation later that day, but I knew it wasn't going to be good, and facing the faculty was going to be difficult.

I think the dream's about money stresses, believe it or not.

When I woke up it was only 6:45. Could hardly believe all that had happened in 45 minutes of sleep.

I believe my topic had something to do with John Donne. I was going to have to read some John Donne, and in a hurry. But I wasn't starting that. I was walking around town.

Not very good sleeping weather tonight, I don't think.

Comments

[custardfairy.livejournal.com]

Dreams like that are no good, and because the brain is a playground of reality they're so hard to shake sometimes.

Here's hoping for a dissertation-less waking reality.

[crankyasanoldma.livejournal.com]

Good lord, that particular dream would take years off my life.

i could have written this.

[sprig5.livejournal.com]

i could have written your paragraphs 2-4 above, except in my dream i'm in my last semester of college, most of the way through a history course, haven't even started reading some very dense histories of England, and have to write two papers (one overdue).