One of those dreams of academic failure. There was definitely a vibe of UT and graduate school. It seemed to be the night before finals week. It felt like I had not done a single thing all semester. I am utterly blank. And I am deeply scared. I am particularly concerned that if I fail to put in a semi-decent performance, I will be hammered financially: they will want me to pay back their grants and stipends and such goodies.
I went to the library and started to work on math stuff, but then I realized that, since I have so little time, it might be better to focus on the writing paper that is due, to work with my strengths. Hopelessly, I then realized that I cannot do anything decent in one night.
As I am overridden by anxiety and fear, I notice that a very pretty blonde girl from UTSA days is there watching me. She looks away when I look at her. Maybe there is some compassion there, but mostly I think I just make a wondrous sight - an injun out of his depths in the upper-middle-class white world. The dream closes with me walking around the Drag, looking for a place to eat.
I woke up with some of that anxiety and actually felt relief that I was not in school and it was only a dream. It took a couple of moments for the chill of fear to abate. The dream probably was influenced by the trouble I was having in finding my place in the Old Journal when I was working on the Three Journal. In trying to reorganize some of my misplaced entries, I was unable to hold the dates and journal places in my head, feeling the very narrow limitations of my easily overheated intellect, feeling quite literally retarded. I spent a good part of the afternoon straining over this task and feeling very headachey.
It has been years since I had one of these dreams. I thought I was over them, with my student days so far behind me now as to belong to some mythic age.
I went to the library and started to work on math stuff, but then I realized that, since I have so little time, it might be better to focus on the writing paper that is due, to work with my strengths. Hopelessly, I then realized that I cannot do anything decent in one night.
As I am overridden by anxiety and fear, I notice that a very pretty blonde girl from UTSA days is there watching me. She looks away when I look at her. Maybe there is some compassion there, but mostly I think I just make a wondrous sight - an injun out of his depths in the upper-middle-class white world. The dream closes with me walking around the Drag, looking for a place to eat.
I woke up with some of that anxiety and actually felt relief that I was not in school and it was only a dream. It took a couple of moments for the chill of fear to abate. The dream probably was influenced by the trouble I was having in finding my place in the Old Journal when I was working on the Three Journal. In trying to reorganize some of my misplaced entries, I was unable to hold the dates and journal places in my head, feeling the very narrow limitations of my easily overheated intellect, feeling quite literally retarded. I spent a good part of the afternoon straining over this task and feeling very headachey.
It has been years since I had one of these dreams. I thought I was over them, with my student days so far behind me now as to belong to some mythic age.