{"id":70,"date":"2009-11-10T21:17:11","date_gmt":"2009-11-11T03:17:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.lawrenceperson.com\/?p=70"},"modified":"2009-11-10T21:17:11","modified_gmt":"2009-11-11T03:17:11","slug":"dreams-anxious-and-otherwise","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.lawrenceperson.com\/?p=70","title":{"rendered":"Dreams (Anxious and Otherwise)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I find it interesting that anxiety dreams tends to manifest themselves in recurring situations that never actually happened to me.<\/p>\n<p>For example, there&#8217;s that classic &#8220;having to take a test you haven&#8217;t studied for&#8221; dreams which, like probably just about everyone else on the planet, I used to have. (Usually I did really well on tests, even if I hadn&#8217;t studied for them.) Frequently I was vaguely aware that I hadn&#8217;t attended the class for the entire semester and finals were coming up. I even had anxiety dreams about high school long after I graduated college. I haven&#8217;t had those for a while, and the last few I had I remembered thinking &#8220;Wait, I&#8217;ve graduated college. I don&#8217;t need to take a high school class.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Speaking of high school, there&#8217;s the one where I&#8217;m at a high school reunion or function, and I can&#8217;t find someone. <\/p>\n<p>There&#8217;s that old chestnut, &#8220;I&#8217;m naked\/in my underwear in public&#8221; dream. <\/p>\n<p>There&#8217;s the usual &#8220;I have to pee but the toilet is broken\/missing\/something else&#8221; dream, which is your body telling you, yes, you do need to wake up just long enough to go pee.<\/p>\n<p>Recently I&#8217;ve had another recurring favorite, anxiety over possibly missing a flight. (OK, that did happen to me once, back in 1987. Lesson: Never trust New York subway schedules.) You find yourself thinking &#8220;Wait, what time is it? Shouldn&#8217;t I already be at the airport? Why haven&#8217;t I packed anything?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Another favorite: I&#8217;m supposed to be driving my car, but for some reason I&#8217;m in the back seat, or facing the wrong way, and the car starts slipping and sliding away and there&#8217;s nothing I can do to stop it. Another auto-related favorite: I&#8217;m on a high bridge or overpass, and the freeway just ends (somehow, this never actually results in a crash).<\/p>\n<p>Also automotive-related: Going back outside to find that your car has been stolen. <\/p>\n<p>Another one: My apartment has been robbed. (And I&#8217;ve owned my house for just shy of five years now.) Or I catch someone breaking into my house and shoot at them, but the bullet comes out with such pitifully weak velocity that it just bounces off them.<\/p>\n<p>I suspect many of the above are fairly common. But I have a few that are probably narrowly shared. I did a lot of plays in high school and was a Drama major in college, so frequently I&#8217;ll have a dream where I&#8217;m supposed to to be in a play and I haven&#8217;t learned any lines. (Strangely, these never seem to bother me particularly, as I usually end up trying to find a copy of the script to do a quick read before I go on, but I&#8217;ve never had the dream actually continue to the point I get on stage.)<\/p>\n<p>Dreams, of course, are your brains garbage collection system, filing away the memories collected while you&#8217;re awake. And Sigmund Freud was full of it.<\/p>\n<p>(And how&#8217;s a description of your dreams for the ultimate in self-indulgent blog posts?)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I find it interesting that anxiety dreams tends to manifest themselves in recurring situations that never actually happened to me. For example, there&#8217;s that classic &#8220;having to take a test you haven&#8217;t studied for&#8221; dreams which, like probably just about everyone else on the planet, I used to have. 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