Nightmare from Chem Street
I just had a nightmare that haunts me every few months or so. It’s the only nightmare I ever have.
It’s been ages since the last time I was in a Chemistry class, but I have a recurring nightmare — that I’m going in to take my finals, and me being me, either didn’t study a wink or didn’t have 80% of the notes because I wasn’t paying attention in class. The situation is particularly scary because it means I’d fail and have to re-take Chem the following semester, and put my graduation in jeopardy.
Last night’s dream in particular had me begging the teacher to take my finals at a later date or at least right after my friends were done taking it, so I could borrow their notes. She refused. Then I asked if the test would at least have true/false or multiple choice type questions that I could guess my way out of. She said all questions would be open ended, handed me a Staedtler pencil, and pointed in the direction of the classroom.
And then I woke up on the couch.