Date of dream: Sunday, May 27, 2012
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Lucid Intent?
No
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I lost my job for some reason and was relegated to being some sort of medical assistant in the mental health field. I got so upset that I dug my nails into my wrists, cutting them so badly I had to get stitches. I remember apologizing to whoever I showed them to (my dad maybe?) as they bled uncontrollably.
I was forceably admitted for a couple of weeks to a mental health facility belonging to my own company, and wasn't allowed to work in mental health anymore.
Date of dream: Sunday, March 18, 2012
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent?
No
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I was back in grad school, and it was the semester I was supposed to graduate, towards the end of the semester. I realized suddenly that I was only actually regularly attending one of my classes, and because of laziness or forgetfulness or something, had stopped attending the other three classes early on. My classes were all in the same building and were in the four core subjects, like it was high school or something.
Since I suddenly cared, I decided to go to the teachers or professors or whatever to find out if I could possibly catch up. The first one I talked to apologized and said she'd let another student take my spot in the class. She was really concerned and asked me if I'd been sick. I said "Uh, yeah."
Realizing it was futile, I turned to finding ways of holding on to the diploma they'd already given me. I started rummaging through the "diploma room" looking for copies of it in case they wanted it back, and ended up grabbing something that I thought was a copy because it had my name on it. I opened it when I got to my car, and it turned out it was a really important list that I had stolen, and had to return. A few nails and screws and some scrap metal fell out with it.
I despaired, and thought that at least my company would let me be a case manager maybe, because that only requires a bachelor's. If they let me stay at all, that is.
. . .
When I woke up, I looked at my diploma, which I put in a visible place as instructed by the guest speaker at graduation. She actually warned all of us about pretty much the exact dream I just described, which I've had probably 30 times now.
Additional Comments:
*Neil Gaiman reference. See Dream of 1000 Cats. I still site everything. Thank you grad school, for the dreams and the neurosis. And the career, yeah yeah.
