Had that reoccurring dream in which I remember I’m enrolled in a French course every Monday but it hits me only after half the semester is done and there’s no way I can catch up or redeem myself as I don’t even know what the teacher looks like or where the classroom is then I check my schedule closely and see I’m not even signed up at all and it seems a metaphor for all those irrational fears I entertain; all my dreams are this hot and heavy complete with pseudo panic attacks as I writhe in bed over deadlines