[As an aside... a long one... once I went into my Chaucer class to learn we had till four that day to hand in our essays worth 30% of the year or something... I'd utterly forgotten about it. I left the class in a daze, wandered to the library, grabbed a couple of books, drove home—thank heavens I had the car that day—hammered something out, drove back, and in dread, handed in what I'd cobbled together. Got an A. Still can't believe it. Not the way I'd ever want to do it again.]
I think it's also about my job. These days, there's tons of red tape, paperwork, things coming from all angles from umpteen different people. It's very easy for things to slip through the cracks, and while I can juggle a couple of things that I'm proficient at and not lose track, managing everyone else's little bureaucratic dotted i's and crossed t's is not my forte. I think this is my subconscious stirring up.
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The other dream, from last night, is a little more prosaic. I don't remember much except the end. I was in the forest, alone, wandering nature. It was an area of pine forest with narrow ridges that ran between ponds. Not confined to the trails, I was in and out of the ponds and streams as well as it suited me. I came up out of one pond onto a very narrow ridge between it and another pond, and followed it into the forest. For some reason, I turned around and came back. I noticed a pair of very large, very deep footprints in the mud near where I'd come up. But there weren't my footprints. I remember thinking, hey, great, another barefoot hiker, wonder where they are? But I noticed there was no heel mark, and the five toes were all in a line, each dotted with a claw. They were as wide as my hand is long from wrist to fingertips. Ah, I realized with some alarm, a bear. Not the kind of barefoot hiker I wanted to meet. I wonder where— I looked to my right to the other pond, and on the far bank, about 20 yards away, was a big brown bear. Grizzly. He noticed me at just about the same time. With a roar, he charged, splashing through the pond and up the ridge at me.
And, as per the cliche, that's when I woke up.