Flashes of Panic

I woke up this morning from a dream which involved a fellow grad student calling from a cell phone and whispering urgently into the phone, “[pjm]! Why the hell aren’t you here! This session is mandatory!”

Of course, the session was in Northampton. (Yeah, right across the bridge.) I can’t recall if the fellow student was in my department or not; the role might have been played by a former co-worker. And I was addressed by my last name, though so far we all know each other by first names if at all. And who has my phone number?

But the idea that I should be at the University, not sleeping, has clearly seeped into my subconscious.