I never really had anxiety dreams back in law school. (This was as close as it got.) Anxieties, yes. (Definitely anxieties.) Just no anxiety dreams.
In the past few years, though, I've been having the same sort of recurring dream. I'm back in law school (though usually not the one I actually went to; it's...a generic law school). The subject varies, but whatever it is, we're near the end of the semester, finals are next week, I haven't done any reading, I've got no notes (and, a fortiori, no outlining done), and it suddenly dawns on me: I don't have the faintest clue what this subject is about.
Last night, for instance, the subject was Property Law (a subject, and this is probably no coincidence, that I don't have the faintest clue about). I'm pretty sure the professor was Justice Roberts. And at some point during his lecture, Professor Roberts Socratically poses a question about the assigned reading. This question then triggers that sudden-dawning feeling, of which I spoke a moment ago. Naturally, during the dawning period, he calls my name. I sit, mute, for what seems like a half-minute, trying to say something in response. But -- I got nuthin'. Roberts then looks down at his student roll and calls another name.
This student was a gorilla.
(The gorilla gave a textbook answer.)
