On Being Completely AWOL.
When I was an undergrad I use to have this dream, during finals, of not having attended some class or another for the entire semester. Of course I would be nervous about failing the that final because I never was in the class.
I'm long past undergrad, but I still have this dream.
Ditto. In my dream, it's always a calculus class, which is weird, because I was good at math.
For me, the dream has become more colorful and nuanced. Most recently, I dreamed that I hadn't shown up to class, but I was going to try to take the final anyway
because I taught the class last year. Only, only, I used the competing, inferior textbook that my chair made me use. The class I never showed up to take used the textbook I WANTED to use, but I had only glanced at the textbook when it came to my office rather than actually studying it.
In my dream, it's not that I don't know I'm enrolled in the class. I know I'm enrolled, but I can't ever
get to the class. Sometimes I'm simply waylaid by a series of improbably events. Sometimes I'm wandering around a building that turns into an Escher drawing. Sometimes, I keep having to go back home to get my pants, which keep going missing.