There are the control dreams, in which I am driving but suddenly realize I'm actually in the back seat and no one is behind the wheel. And the one where I'm in an elevator and it starts traveling in all kinds of crazy directions, like the elevator in Charlie and the Chocolate factory, and I'm absolutely terrified.
There are the procrastination dreams in which I realize I have not attended class even once this semester, and I haven't read the book, and in fact probably didn't even buy the book, but the exam is today.
And then there are the frustration dreams, in which I cannot open my combination lock on my locker, or worse I'm trying to dial a very long and complicated phone number and the phone keeps malfunctioning and I have to start all over again. and again. and again.
The worst dream I ever had was a childhood fever dream and it's haunted me for 40 years. Enormous logs are rolling down a hill and they crush a single, tiny, fragile flower. I know. It sounds so benign. But if I spend too much time thinking about it, I get a nauseous panicky feeling and I think I might cry.
To this day, I avoid piles of logs.
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