Regular readers may know that one feature of my being on holiday is that I begin to dream again. Normally my dreams are very tedious things. Occasionally, my sub-conscious will try to persuade me that I have to sit a French examination and that I have mysteriously failed to study for it. Quite why my sub-conscious is so obsessed with schoolboy French would probably take years of therapy to discover.
Lately the silent subliminal me has started to make his dissatisfaction with the conscious me very plain. Here is a recent example:
[SCENE: Worcester College, Oxford. I am attending some sort sort of alumni reunion. My fellow students and I are touring our old haunts but no-one will walk or speak with me. My fellow students begin to reminisce about what we were like as undergraduates]
Me: “Er .. well I …”
Others in chorus: “Did all the talking”.
Apparently my sub-conscious thinks I cannot keep my mouth shut. P tells me my sub-conscious is right.
Oh, but we love when you do the talking, Moobs!
Keep talkin’!
I think everyone gets the exam dream – I wonder what people dreamed about before there were exams?
Me, I get long complicated train journeys that go horribly wrong. So just like real life then…
Are you sure it isn’t ‘French Schoolboy’ instead of ‘Schoolboy French?’
Because, you know, that would be so obvious.
After your comment today, I had to come over here and say: “BILLY SQUIER!”
(Seriously, you had me laughing so hard I think I hurt myself. And you’ll be happy to know two of my local radio stations play at least four Billy Squier songs each day. Damn Yankees are a close second.)
Oh Moobsie! My subconscious keeps doing the same to me. Every time I come back from a really positive day teaching, I can’t help thinking I’ve spent my time giving my opinion too freely and that I should shut-up more and stop interfering.
But then I wouldn’t be me, would I?
S xx
oh yeah! i have the exam one, the public transport one, the can’t-find-a-loo-with-a-door one and, just occasionally, a blissful recurring dream about orkney – where i have never been. how strange! how nutty! xx
(Jules)
So. I don’t think I’ve ever had the exam dream. On the other hand I’m one of the rare few who has never sweat a drop about exams. Once I dreamt I was failing a swimming lesson though – I kept hearing a wolf (werewolf?) howl outside and every time I did, I had no control over myself but to jump into the pool. I would get shouted at by the lecturing lifeguard each time.
But anyway, there’s nothing wrong with being a talker. The problems only arise if you’re also cursed with chronic foot-in-the-mouth.
lol 😆 well I LIKE you talking and work just wouldn’t be the same without a little laugh from Moobs!
My subconscious is obsessed with me being 8 and naked in a gym lesson full of 8 year olds.
Wonder what that says about me……
Oh god, the hunt for a usable loo dream…. do you ever worry what happens if you dream you find one?
It’s all right if you talk a lot Moobs. You are one of the few people in this world who actually has something to say!
Stone me Moobs, I read that as Westminster College for a moment! Gave me a turn. The time I have spent avoiding old College chums….