the Dalaverse

Last night I dreamed that I was going back to Southampton, I guess for a PhD - in the dream I just said "grad school," but I had been there before. My bank account looked exactly as it does right now. I started silently freaking out about how I was going to live, how I was going to pay for school and housing and food. I couldn't bury myself in more loans and anyway it was too late for that because I was leaving in a week (I guess I bought the plane ticket before I paid for tuition). I was trying to hold it all in while we were going through some typical dream shenanigans on Metro, but finally I broke down and started sobbing about being a pathetic failure and how scared I was that I'd completely wrecked my life.

Then I woke up and wanted to puke.

So yeah. That was fun.