J.D.

26.03.2010

Anxiety (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This is the dream I had after my failed attempt at a WBTB. It's a classic anxiety dream, so typical it's actually quite funny. It was no doubt brought on by thoughts of starting a new job the next morning. Recall sucks.

It was September, and I was starting university. The first thing that went wrong with the day was that my alarm failed to go off and I was running late. (Think Four Weddings and a Funeral, "Fuck!") I scrambled round the house in a panic looking for everything I needed.



It skipped ahead here. I was now on campus, looking for my class. I was taking Psychology, and was having a hard time finding it. I ran from building to building, asking everyone I met for directions, but noone seemed to know. I finally thought I had made it to the right place, but it turned out to be a P.E. class. I found myself in a locker room full of intimidatingly huge dudes putting on sports gear. Then I realised I was only wearing boxers. I cursed my own stupidity to have come to my first day of university without clothes, and looked around for something to wear. I found a stall at the end of the lockers. A guy dressed like a football coach offered to sell me everything I needed, and tell me where my class was. I was greatly relieved. He piled up a tracksuit, books, a map, shoes and three bottles of Lucozade Sport (complimentary). Then I realised I didn't have any money! "Shit, shit, shit," I said. In the end it didn't matter because he allowed me to write an I.O.U. and promise to bring him the money tomorrow. I put on the tracksuit and gathered together all my stuff before glancing at a clock on the wall.
"Fuck!" It was 5:30pm. "I'm screwed."