If today has taught me anything it is that I need to do some revision. Six of us turned up for our Advanced Quantum Mechanics lecture today, and having finished the course it was our chance to ask questions and get some revision tips. The fact that all of us had prepared so well for the lecture was evident, for when the lecturer asked what we wanted to go through we all just sat there in a stunned silence trying to remember any one of the topics that we had covered. Eventually failing, we all agreed that perhaps the best way to jog our memory was to go through some past paper questions...
In a 2 hour session we 'successfully' managed to work our way through one exam question with no small amount of help from Dr Oi. The fact that we will be expected to answer three such questions in our exam in the same amount of time (minus our notes and the spoon-fed information from our tutor) was slightly disheartening to us all. The only comfort for me was knowing it wasn't just me in this ill-prepared state.
While the panic factor for the few weeks ahead is perhaps only just starting to kick in, the strange dream period is already in full motion... Two of the least disturbing so far are last night's drama's...
In the first dream I was involved in a sword fight, which was all very real and scary up until the moment when I stabbed my opponent through the chest, thus claiming victory. As I did so the dream panned out to reveal the fact that I was on a stage, with a crowd of familiar faces, from friends and family to teachers and work colleagues staring up at me clapping. I took a bow and left the stage holding the hand of a little girl, who I think was one of the cuties I used to teach when I worked as a gymnastics coach.
The second dream followed a similar theme, only this time I was on stage with the Boy in a 'Bedroom Comedy' as advertised at the front of the Theatre (I hope there is nothing to be read into these dreams!). It was basically me starring in the play which was all about the conversations I have when I am at home, with just my room as the set. Janey was there as my gossip partner, my Mum, while not seen was the voice on the end of a phone, and the Boy arrived home from work every day to be a part of what was a rather animated version of the time spent in my house. I'm not sure what was more disturbing... the fact that my life was reduced to a laughing matter, or the annoying canned laughter that was prominent throughout the dream.
Am I cracking up.....?
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Music: Erasure - Ship Of Fools