So, I am totally one of those people that dreams about whatever it is that’s going on in my life. Last night, it was a nightmare. This whole grad school application process makes me want to pull my hair out. Today is the six week mark for the school I mentioned earlier this week. Six weeks is the end of the time range they gave me for receiving an answer. After looking at their website yesterday and discovering that they aren’t even back in session until Tuesday, I decided to calm down and not worry about it.
I thought I did a pretty good job of letting go, until I went to sleep last night. Apparently, I didn’t stop the worrying, I just repressed it.
I got a letter in the mail from said university. I didn’t open it for fear of not getting in, so I went to my dad to have him open it. In the dream this involved leaving my house and walking across the street to his front door. At the front door, there was a grouping of people, some with video cameras, some dressed in suits, holding microphones: news people, and at the front of the group, talking to my dad was the guy who interviewed me. As I approached, I heard Mr. Interviewer asking my dad, “So, is Chloe taking the news okay? I mean, we know she really wanted to get in, but after her interview, there was just no way.”
And then I woke up. It was awful.