And it was NOT an anxiety dream. In fact, I woke up very excited and optimistic. In my dream, I was taking my exam. The 8 hours had ended and I was begging Dr. Silk to let me continue writing because I was so excited about all of the stuff I was putting down. I remember citing specific authors about landscape painting (one area on which I feel a bit less than authoritative) and I just remember being disappointed that, while I knew I had written good essays, I was unable to put down EVERYTHING I knew.
Plus, the Magic 8 Ball was very positive this morning, indicating it's certainty that I was going to pass my test.
We'll see...only 45.5 hours to go.
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