Thanks a lot, REM.
It’s depressing to dream about being depressed. In my latest dream, I met up with people from high school and recounted to them what was apparently my tumultuous freshman year of college: I failed a couple of major assignments, started transfer applications to nonexistent schools, and then realized that I wasn’t even motivated enough to finish those. Finally, some big event or other (I was trying remember what it was when I woke up) occurred and I soldiered on to graduate.
None of this happened in real life, but I did have a couple of semesters during which I felt as awful as I did during the dream-freshman-year. Not a nice reminder to wake up to.




