We moved 2 weeks ago. Yesterday, in the middle of the night, I suddenly remembered there were still things we left at the old house. I had already turned in the keys to the owner, so I started to panic. I wondered if there was a way to secretly enter the house and remove the rest of our things to avoid the owner charging us extra rent for not being out by the 31st.
I felt crushed. Why had I thought that the move was over?
Because it was.
It was just dream.
Haha! Why is it that our troll brains insist on torturing us with nightmares about big responsibilities? As recently as last year, I dreamed I wasn’t going to graduate from Berklee because I had forgotten to attend a class during a whole semester. Variations of this dream happen once in a while involving other important things in my life.
I also resent when Troll Brain makes me dream of a beautiful, best-case scenario regarding something I’m worried about. After things work out perfectly, I wake up feeling relieved and happy… only to realize I’ve been punked.
Do you guys dream about stuff like this, too?