Dream Journal 26-05-16
Last night’s dream was short but stung like a bee. Not too painful but still made me reel back all the same.
I had just finished my final exam. I was so relieved to be rid of all that stress. No more would I have to wake up dreading the day. No more would I need to fret over whether or not my hand would hold out for the full three-hour session. One o clock, early exam today thankfully. I grabbed lunch and returned home. I could relax at last. But as I opened up the door and announced that I was home. There my dad walks up to me with a piece of paper in his hand and asks. I thought you started at two? I collapsed onto the floor. How had I written the wrong exam and not realised it?