Last night, for example, I dreamed that my supervisor told me my dissertation was absolute crap and that they would let me defend it just so they see how good I am at bullshitting, but that there's no way I would get my Master's. I then dreamed that my former boss threatened me with a knife because I had sent a confidential email to the wrong addresses. And, last one, I dreamed that something nice happened to my friend. It took me a few seconds to realise my brain had made it all up. Some would probably say that vivid dreams show you have great imagination. Others, however, say that dreams are a reflection of reality. If the latter is true, there are three options:
a) I have a bad conscience for being a bit careless at times (a reaction to my being over scrupulous most of the time, I guess).
b) I am developing a medical condition which very much resembles paranoia (worrying!).
c) My body has had enough of staying up late/waking up extra early to finish work and is telling me I need food and sleep. I'd better go get some food before I start dreaming about a talking rugby ball yelling at me and punching me in the face :)
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