“Thanks” to Jezebel for this story. When I was a kid, I had a recurring nightmare in which I’d be driving with my dad, and he’d have a heart attack or some other medical calamity and I’d have to take the wheel. And I mean I would have this dream once a month. It never happened — my dad’s never had a heart attack — but I blame the dream for the fact that I failed my driver’s test the first time. Now I’m old, and my monthly nightmare involves me going back to school and having to take an exam for a class I forgot to attend. Progress?
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Oh, god. Oh, god. I have had that exam nightmare. I am breaking out in a cold sweat.
I blame your bad driving for failing your driver’s test the first time. Heh.
I was going to call you a bitch, but it’s not worth losing a sister over.
Ugh, I had the same dream throughout my childhood and up until I got my driver’s license at age 26. My brother was always the passenger and my parents would either vanish or not be there to start with. We’d be hurtling down the hill by our house. Now that I drive but don’t drive stick, I’ve had it with the addition of a stick shift car that I can’t get to work.
And the test one still pops up, too–usually a math class. Doesn’t help that I once had a real-life exam nightmare in college: One class rescheduled the final for during one of my other finals, so I’d arranged to take one and then start the second late. But my alarm didn’t go off. Both started at 9 a.m.; I arrived, panting, at classroom 1 at 9:50 or so. Through sheer dumb luck it worked out, but …. argh.
The test one is pretty common. As is the forgetting the combination to a lock. But I don’t have either any more. Do you suppose there’s actually an advantage to being over 50?