Why do we angst in metaphors?

[kiya]

Try to hold on to something we couldn't understand.

Lately (past few weeks) I've been having high school anxiety dreams (including last night, in one of the brief bits where I slept). Which I didn't have when I was in high school. Or in college for that matter. Being me, they're wacky anxiety dreams, like having to go through several levels of actual assembled (and somewhat Rube Goldbergy) levels of something that was a cross between 'Marble Madness' and 'Sokoban' in order to pass calculus, but still, anxiety dreams.

Meh. I'd write stuff down, but I can't. Talked to oneironaut about some of it; meta-talked to teinedreugan about some of it -- we don't talk about my pissing and moaning, but we had a lovely discussion about why we don't talk about my angst and under what circumstances that might change.

(In other news, went to Fire and Ice for dinner, and it's all gwynyth's fault. Also, I would take a picture of the Set figure now that it's fired (and thus the detail on it is visible), but the camera's gone AWOL. The unfired statue is here, though, if anyone wants to see the blurry and sort of smudged-looking version.)

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[briar24.livejournal.com]

I have waitressing nightmares when I'm anxious.
I haven't waitressed in two decades.
*shudder*

Thanks for the phrase "meta-talked". I'll use that one.

Good thoughts to you.

[mindways]

*hug*

You're not the only one

[suzanne.livejournal.com]

I've been having school anxiety dreams again. I think they come from the guilt I feel about my last couple years in college. In one, I'm back in college and trying to get organized at the begining of the year. I get my supplies, and my books, talk to my professor, but can't get into the door of the classroom. So I'm standing outside beating on the invisible thingy, and my teacher and classmates are pleading with me to come inside. But they give up on me and shut the door.

*sigh*

In the other I'm back in highschool. Apparently I needed one more math class and my diploma is invalid. But I end up having to take a full course load instead of just the class I need, and my high-school rivals are now teachers. . . .

What? Me have school-issues? Nah.

suzi

Anxiety Dreams

[tendyl.livejournal.com]

Odd, I'm having high school anxiety dreams. Something i never did in high school. Of course I'm not sure they're dreams - it seems to be reliving things with odd bits mixed in.

[morningwind.livejournal.com]

I haven't had any high school anxiety dreams yet, but that may be because I'm such a recent H.S. graduate. Maybe in a few years, I'll have nightmares about calculus and Internal Assessments and whatnot...eep.

[kiya]

On the upside, no nightmares about Mrs. Fishman yet. (She still there?)

[morningwind.livejournal.com]

Yes, she is! I'm so glad I did Music and not Art, because apparently Mrs. Fishman is a nightmare all unto herself.

[kiya]

<bland> She's really quite remarkable. </bland>

Do you happen to know if Mr. Frezzo kept the Camerata going (sectional out of chorus, did some stuff with the madrigals)?

[morningwind.livejournal.com]

Camerata? Frezzo has three choral groups: Treble Chorale, Concert Choir, and Madrigals. I was in Mads for four years...I'm going to miss it. *wistful sigh* As for Treble Chorale, it practically changes names every year; maybe that's the camerata you're referring to?

[kiya]

Hm. Sounds like the concept evolved.

When I was there, there were two groups: mads and chorus. Chorus was the class that had lots of people taking it to get their fine arts credit out of the way -- lotta people who didn't take it seriously and stuff. So he held auditions out of chorus for a group that did take the music seriously, with practices after school sometimes. We did solo stuff at some of the concerts as well as ensemble with the entire chorus, and did a competition with the madrigals once.

[thastygliax.livejournal.com]

I still occasionally have dreams about missing the bus to school or work, and wish they would stop. Esp. the ones that try to impose Boston-style bus systems on rural Indiana...

Then there are the dreams where I have trouble finding grad school classes, and eventually decide I should just drop them all before getting saddled with astronomical debt for classes I can't pass. Sometimes those dream use buildings from my undergrad college, sometimes it uses a mutated version of my high school (!?). I didn't have those dreams when I was a grad student. (Though I can't really remember having one since quitting my Grad Sec job at NU.)

At least I've figured out the ones where I'm trying to find a bathroom. Those mean it's time to wake up and find one. ;-)

[raingnosis.livejournal.com]

Funnily enough when I dream of school I usually dream people are friends with me, I'm popular, or I brought my fiance to school to show him off and people are surprised I'm with someone so wonderful. Up until college having to deal with peers was absolute hell.

When I'm nervous I dream about the job I worked part time in a vet clinic during highschool where I never seemed to do anything right. Sometimes I tell the boss off finally, often I just screw everything up.