This morning I woke up at 6 and went back to sleep. I dreamed, and the plot was all about how my dissertation was due. Today. Later today. And I hadn't started. I didn't even have an advisor or a committee, nor know who the hell is in my department any more. I was wandering around town (some town) and in a mall, maybe, or perhaps a campus building; stopped in a stairwell to cry. There was somebody, maybe a cleaning person, I was hoping would hear and comfort me.
It was all very stressful, but when I thought about packing it in and living with being ABD, it was too terrible a thought. I couldn't let go of the illusion that I might knock out a dissertation later that day, but I knew it wasn't going to be good, and facing the faculty was going to be difficult.
I think the dream's about money stresses, believe it or not.
When I woke up it was only 6:45. Could hardly believe all that had happened in 45 minutes of sleep.
I believe my topic had something to do with John Donne. I was going to have to read some John Donne, and in a hurry. But I wasn't starting that. I was walking around town.
Not very good sleeping weather tonight, I don't think.
