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Late For The Exam March 13, 2012

Posted by nrhatch in Nature, People.
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It’s been years since school let out the last time for me.

Decades pass.  My dreams pull me back . . . a cyclical nightmare that circles round, no end in sight.

I have an exam . . . 100% of my grade.  The entire semester depends on what we can enumerate and regurgitate in the three-hour time slot alloted for filling up Blue Books.

White Rabbit, by John Tenniel (in Public Domain)

I’m late!  I can’t recall the room number for the exam . . . wait!

It’s in my locker!

I rush through endless empty law school corridors devoid of students due to the lateness of the hour.

I arrive breathless.

I reach out to tumble the tumbler, and pause.

The combination has gone missing . . . I can’t remember the beginning, the middle, or the end.

The locker remains locked.  The key to the exam stored within.

Wait!

I wrote the combination down at the beginning of the semester and stuffed it in my wallet . . . with relief, I reach for my purse.

My purse is gone, nowhere in sight . . . its customary spot on my shoulder is devoid of weighty strap.

Where did I leave it?

Hurry . . . Think . . . No time to waste!

Yes!  I remember . . . I locked my purse in the locker for safe keeping.

I glance at the locker, willing the combination to materialize.  It will not.

The clock ticks . . . Time’s up!
The clock ticks . . . Give up!
The clock ticks . . . Wake up!

Wake up?!

Yay! Time to get up!

Aah . . . that’s better!

Do you have any recurrent dreams that visit with regularity despite their ostensible lack of relevance to current life conditions?

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