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[vivien]

So because my stress levels have been high - not terribly high, but high enough - I find myself having anxiety dreams. Last week I dreamt about running home to my Mom, having to move back to my home town all by myself, the whole works of woe.

I also had a rather horror movie-like dream in which a couple moves back to his hometown and then they end up after a party in this vacant lot with a tent, and the woman is told she has to give them her arms. Now. As in by having them chopped off in the tent! Eep! So she was like, "Excuse me?" and the arm choppers were like "Arms please" so then there was a chase portion as the woman tried to get away.

(Surprisingly - though perhaps not to those who really know me - this qualifies as an anxiety dream. When I have nightmares they tend to be about things trying to get out of the garage/basement trying to get me. And they usually have booming scary voices or knock ominously on the doors. And no, I need no dream interpretation about that, thankee sai.)

Last night I had a more predictable one in which I had to take one more class - I was late for it, it was designed for elementary teachers (who, ofcourse, were all off for summer break), I'd missed a class and an assignment, she was mean, and the class was for school stuff and it made me really upset!

I think once my master's portfolio is done and ready for assessment, I shall become much more relaxed.  I have a list now of things which must be done over the weekend, and I'm whittling away at it during the week. Plus the big thing is you have to have projects that reflect all 16 competencies, and I have made this so with two.  SUCH a huge relief. I ownzor discipline and time management, babee.

Also I think I kinda like my job. Today.  Even though I'm still pretty moany about lack of vacation like I'm used to, but it's not so bad.

Comments

[nanchita.livejournal.com]

Geez, and I thought I had been having bad dreams. The end is in sight though, soon it will just be the simple stress of the one job. :)

Yikes!

[anamazonruns.livejournal.com]

Anxiety is no fun. I still have the dream where it turns out I was registered for some class in high school that I forgot about and never attended, and I have to go back and take the final exam or else I won't have graduated high school, and of course without that I won't have my BA, MS, or JD either... so I go but the high school has moved and even when I find it it is a bizzare modernist structure with twisty little corridors (all alike) and no room numbers. And OF COURSE while I am hunting for the room I am naked.

I've been spared these dreams lately because I'm under too much stress to sleep at all. ;)

Hang in there just a few more weeks then you will be FREE! FREE, and a master. Yay!