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It used to be that my bad dreams would be that I was late to class, either because something happened to make me late or, worse, I couldn’t find the room.  As far as bad dreams go, that’s not too bad, I suppose.  And I have that type of dream only once or twice a year.  Most of my dreams are either innocuous or bland enough to be forgotten rather quickly.

I suppose they would be classified as annoying dreams, not bad dreams or nightmares.  The most annoying variation of this theme is the dream where I am at school, know I am supposed to be in class, but can’t find the paper with my schedule printed on it.

I am officially getting older now.  My last bad dream had to do with being late to a meeting at work.  I hate being late to things, but work?  A meeting?

I am approaching, but have not yet reached, the point at which I will have been at my job for longer than I have been in formal schooling.  There were 12 years of elementary, middle, and high school, plus 4 years of college = 16 years.  And I have been in my job for only 11 years.  So I should have 5 more years of school dreams left before my mind switches over to work dreams.  Maybe it’s a gradual transition.