For years now, I've dreamed about working on a second bachelor's degree. Over the course of several years, I've completed course after course, attended hundreds of classes, and yet I'm always one or two courses away from completing the program. I'm not even sure what the program is; my dream never defines it. But it takes far longer than the standard four years, and though I do well in each individual course, I never seem to measure up within the program as a whole.
It's a little frustrating, but not as aggravating as the parallel series of dreams in which I discover that I never finished my first degree, and that I have to start school over again in grade seven and work my way back up.
The classes all take place at the University of Alberta, which I suppose is natural, but it's a very different U of A than the one I actually attended; it's far larger, with as much land area as this world's Edmonton covers. I seem to spend as much time walking to class as actually attending lectures, which perhaps explains why I'm so fit in the dreams.
It's a little frustrating, but not as aggravating as the parallel series of dreams in which I discover that I never finished my first degree, and that I have to start school over again in grade seven and work my way back up.
The classes all take place at the University of Alberta, which I suppose is natural, but it's a very different U of A than the one I actually attended; it's far larger, with as much land area as this world's Edmonton covers. I seem to spend as much time walking to class as actually attending lectures, which perhaps explains why I'm so fit in the dreams.
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