Not so nice dreams

Many years ago before I realized that in order to succeed at college being smart wasn’t enough, I failed out several times. I could blame it on depression or maybe just laziness, but the fact is I didn’t do the work. I don’t think I’m ever going to be sufficiently motivated to get a degree. Still, every once in a while it harrows my soul. Last night I dreamt I was back in school and it didn’t go well. The college was set up like a giant mall with glittering lights and expensive prizes. I knew I had finals to take but I couldn’t find the right rooms or even remember for sure which finals were due. It was ugly in a very modern sort of way.