Mundane Moments

I think that already makes you better than Chris Wood, at least.

I'm not one for recurring dreams generally, but twice this week I've had a dream about hanging out with famous people. On Monday night it was talking about drumming with Dave Grohl, last night it was bonding over dogs with Taylor Swift. I'm not sure what it means.

It means you have an admiration of Ms. Swift, like dogs and wish you were a little bit taller. Like in that song.

Probably.

I don't think I needed a dream to tell me any of those things. I was hoping for something a little bit deeper, like maybe it being a sign I was about to become rich.

Funninly enough I had a dream last I remember, my dad was going into the House of Lords and I was trying to stop them.

I am an exceptional dream interpreter.

It is a sign that that you should do the lottery tonight.

I've had this thing for many many, many years whereby I wake up absolutely convinced I have a university assignment due that morning for which I have done nothing, or an exam for which I have not revised or both of the above, for a key module (usually Engineering Maths) for which I then realise I have not attended a single lecture (or seminar if applicable) all year. It's absolute panic for about 0.5 of a second before the realisation settles in that I finished university almost 25 years ago and somehow graduated. I'm sure there's probaly some sort of explaination related to a deep rooted psychological underlying feeling of inadequacy and fear faure or somesuch.

I have a similar one about missing A level deadlines and not having gone to any lessons so am worried about an upcoming exam.

I left school in 2000.

So basically; we're all ne'er do-wells who are at least on a subconscious level, introspectively insightlful with a self awareness of our shortcomings and knowledge that we're essentially blagging our way through life and just making shit up as we go along while projecting a misleading mirage of utmost seriousness in our approach toward professional advancement because we've really just spent all our time fucking about on the Internet since it was invented instead of doing anything really useful?

And apparently can't be arsed with punctuation, either.

Yes, but back then computers only had 3 buttons.

I get that, but I dream I decided to do another degree for whatever stupid reason and realise too late I had not attended one of the key modules all year. (I remember once it was an Art History degree which I have very little interest in)