Most of us have dreams of one sort or another that recur regularly. One of these to which I'm subject, and which is apparently fairly common, is the "didn't see it coming dream."
You're in high school, walk into a classroom - possibly one led by a former favorite teacher - and realize there's a test that day. Only you haven't been going to the class the whole year. You're not even sure what chemistry is. Dear god, you are so, totally, completely, utterly f**ked.
I mention this dream not because it is the same as my gripe of the day, oversleeping your alarm, but because that split-second, when you roll over and the numbers on the clock are glaring an hour that tell you that you should have already been in and out of a meeting, let alone out of bed, in that moment, the sinking, terrified, oh-dear-god-I-can't-fix-this feeling is exactly the same.
Unless this happens to you every morning, or unless it happens on the one morning that you were poised to bring your company public, or meet with the first art dealer who has been interested in your work, or be inaugurated, you're probably safe after an oversleep - tail between your legs, but unharmed.
But that split-second feeling...well, suffice it to say that if you walk away from your oversleep unscathed, you've certainly earned it.
-Posted by Jilly
Thursday, March 11, 2010
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