Somehow, even though the premise is bizarre, I am affected deeply by such an image. There is always a knowing that I have squandered the semester. I know nothing of what the class has studied and that no matter what I do as I find myself incarnated into this situation, there is nothing to fix it. I usually can't even wake up because it all just seems to make so much sense. Of course I'll let my advisor down. Of course I'm destined to fail through my own negligence and forgetfulness. Of course there's always another class that I've screwed up even worse than this one. That all makes sense, even if the faces are from high school and I'm scribbling on a fruit crate. Details just enhance the trauma.
I know why this is hitting me now, but I've no idea of how to reconcile my life as it is with the ideas I have of how it could be. I keep being thrust back into my "You have angered the Gods" dream. Just as happened there, my course seems to be to stumble about trying desperately to please a being while knowing full well that there is no fathoming what he wants. Or perhaps it's knowing full well, but knowing that it is hopelessly out of reach.