I had a dream last night, that's basically a variation of a recurring dream I have.  The recurring dream is that it's two, three, four, twelve weeks into the semester, and I'm trying to get my shit together in all my classes, and as I do this, I discover a few classes (usually one or two out of five or six) that the professor doesn't even know who I am because I've been to so few classes, or NEVER gone to a class.  The weird part of this recurring dream is that I've had it numerous times over the past ten years, but I haven't attended school in twenty years. 

I know exactly what this dream represents.  I am notorious about putting things off, like not attending classes, but in my real life, it's not a class.  It's a bill, or a project at work, or a room in my house that needs attention, or scheduling a doctor's appointment, or something I wanted to do for one of my kids, or one of my own personal "goals" that I never get around to.  In my dream I'm always trying to figure out how to "catch up."  In life, I'm constantly stressing on that, but not making any headway, which probably explains my dream.  Not a lot of help to solving my problem - just another way of manifesting my stress, I guess. 

So, last night, the variant dream was that instead of being a student, I was the professor.  And I went to the class to talk to the students about the final, and they didn't know who I was, because I had never been there.  I know exactly what this variation is referring to in my life, but that's a post for another day.