Another Barrow Downs Dream...
This one wasn't much fun - I would explain that I was really quite tense on Saturday night because I was anxious about the Charity sea swim I was going to do on Sunday (and for which I felt underprepared) and I was also curious / anxious about whether we had won the werewolf game in which I had a spat with Nogrod about being glad I wasn't one of his pupils.
And so I had this dream in which I was in his class, but he wasn't at the front. Instead his voice was coming from a loudspeaker behind us. I think he was talking in English but I couldn't follow since it was distorted by the loudspeaker
and accented and for some reason I only had a text in French (which I do understand well) to follow and though I could read the words I didn't have time to work out each part before he asked me questions on it - which I couldn't answer. It was so annoying that I felt as if I hadn't slept at all and it was only when I realised I had been dreaming and looked at the clock that I accepted I must have been asleep.
I think it was werewolf related version of a recurring dream I have (no doubt when there are things I have not done which I ought to have done) which is that there is an essay I have to do for my degree which has to be submitted the next day and either I haven't known about it or have forgotten and it is a long essay and I haven't read any of the books and I don't understand the question and there is no hope of an extension since it is so long since it was set. It is terribly realistic even though it is longer than I want to think about since I graduated and have a post-grad qualification yet the logic of dreams means I wake up in a cold sweat that my BA isn't valid. Clearly I have a guilty conscience.
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