{"id":10971,"date":"2013-08-17T18:47:24","date_gmt":"2013-08-17T23:47:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/familyblog.datdec.com\/?p=10971"},"modified":"2013-08-17T18:52:48","modified_gmt":"2013-08-17T23:52:48","slug":"a-back-to-school-dream","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/familyblog.datdec.com\/?p=10971","title":{"rendered":"A back to school dream"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I had a bad dream last night.  My first back-to-school (or maybe just to-school) dream.  Hopefully my last.  It went something like this:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>I&#8217;m in a college lecture.  The lecture is over and I&#8217;m chatting with a few people while digging through my backpack, looking for my schedule.  I can&#8217;t find the schedule.  Lots of crumpled up papers, but no schedule.  I know I have another class to get to, but I can&#8217;t find my schedule so I don&#8217;t know where I&#8217;m supposed to go. Eve is with me, just hanging out in the periphery playing with another little girl.  <\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m in a college lounge, still digging through my backpack looking for my schedule.  I&#8217;m pulling out cracker crumbs and rocks and small plastic dinosaurs from my huge, black backpack, but no schedule.  I see a big TV in the room and remember that I can get my schedule online.  I pull my iPad out of my backpack, but it&#8217;s a big, bulky, all black device that doesn&#8217;t work.  I try for awhile to get the iPad to work, but I get nothing.  I call to Eve that we have to go.  She wanders back over to me, holding hands with a different little girl.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m in the kitchen of my house, loading the dishwasher.  I think maybe I don&#8217;t have a class now, maybe it was the final period of the day and I didn&#8217;t have a class that period.  I know that&#8217;s wrong though and I really have to find the schedule.  My kitchen is a mess and I&#8217;m trying to get it cleaned up while I remember where I have to go.  I call to Eve that we need to go now and I find her (I&#8217;m outside suddenly, but smoothly) and a different little girl playing in the dirt.  She is all dirty.  Great.  There&#8217;s one more thing I have to do now. <\/p>\n<p>Back in the kitchen, I&#8217;m in a hurry so everything is going wrong.  Liquids spill on the floor, the dishwasher soap powder spills.  I&#8217;m flustered.   I call to Eve that we really need to go now, though I have no idea where to, and (suddenly back outside again) she wanders around the corner of the house, holding hands with another little girl.  I see Eve has a little white and orange worm sticking out of her nose, wiggling around.  She seems oblivious to it.  My body starts to convulse.  <\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>I wake up.  Thankfully!  It doesn&#8217;t take a genius to analyze this dream, just two days before starting at UVEI, starting down a new path that will have me more tied down and committed than I have been for the past six years!  Though the dream stuck with me all day, I&#8217;m happy that the &#8220;feeling&#8221; of the dream did not.  I didn&#8217;t spend the day feeling stressed or anxious, but the dream was quite clearly still there.  <\/p>\n<p>I did, however, get the orientation schedule today and they posted a whole bunch of documents and assignments to our Google drive.  I read through them this evening, though I&#8217;m sure we&#8217;ll review them all together at orientation next week. Suddenly it&#8217;s feeling very real and very much like a lot of work!  <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I had a bad dream last night. My first back-to-school (or maybe just to-school) dream. Hopefully my last. It went something like this: I&#8217;m in a college lecture. 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