Wednesday, June 10, 2009
We all have recurring nightmares and frustration dreams.
The one that hit me last night, yet again, is this:
I'm en route to some wedding in India. At the airport, or on the airplane, EVERY SINGLE TIME, I realize that I am without my passport or something.
So here I am, unable to run back and get it....OR, on a 17 hour (?) flight to a foreign country that's going to make me linger in a customs office or whatnot until my return trip!
That's where I wake up in a heated sweat.
This frustration dream has been torturing me literally for years.
I can't effin shake it!
Now, I've never been anywhere near India and I only have one good Indian friend these days - and he got married in Puerto Rico.
So where the heck is this coming from?
By the way, I still had those *didn't study for a test*, *didn't show up for a class all semester*, and *miscounted the number of credits I need to graduate* frustration dreams for a good ten years after I was released from factory schooling.