Now, if my subconscious was slightly more creative I would dream of zombie apocalypses, or being in the supermarket wearing only nipple tassels, or finding myself standing before an audience who speaks only Klingon.
But she's not. She's boring and prosaic and utterly predictable. And so, I dream of failing university.
The nightmare has many variations. In last night's scenario, I had just found out that I had an English exam in two hours. It was a verbal exam, in which the examiner would question me about a great work of literature. Every student was allocated a different masterpiece, and mine, I discovered, was 'The Maddox'.
In my dream, I had never heard of 'The Maddox'. In my waking life, haven't either. (I mean, I know The Maddox to be The Son of The Brad and The Angelina, but as far as I know he is Boy and not Book. Perhaps my subconscious is more creative than I thought? )
|Not That Maddox|
Then I remembered I hadn't actually gone to class for a year and that I'd fail no matter what and so I decided that there was no point.
Then I woke up and there was a cat on my head.
What is your recurring nightmare?