It's been more than a decade since I graduated uni yet I keep dreaming I'm back there - always failing my courses, trying to find a classroom but always being foiled. In real life, I did once turn up two hours late to an end of year three-hour exam, so maybe there's some foundation to these dreams, but I still passed (hey, a C+ works) and never failed a paper.
Another of my recurring dreams is the classic teeth falling out. Or rather crumbling out. At least once a week I wake up frantically patting my mouth to check they're still there. The internet says this represents change, loss, stress, insecurity, but I reckon it could just be a sign I drink way too much diet cola.
I'm always surprised when people claim they don't dream, or if they do they don't remember them. I don't know whether to envy them or pity them. Sure, the phase where I got stabbed every night wasn't much fun, for me or my then boyfriend who woke up with bruised shins every morning. But oh what fun waking up after a Jill-as-a-cab driver night. It's like going to a surprise movie every night, featuring your nearest and dearest as cast members.
Apparently Sigmund Freud's theory was that your dreams are an expression of what you're repressing during the time you are awake.
If that's the case, the psychiatrists would have a field day with me. And workmate (you know who you are) - you should probably look out.
Sweet dreams all.
