<p>I have that classic anxiety dream, too…also that I have to go back and live in the dorms with the students…but I’m 49 and leave my husband and 2 kids behind…always happy to wake up back in my own room…er…(nicer bathroom…ha! ha!)</p>
<p>Oh, no, the dorms. :eek: I’ve attended many workshops at colleges during the summers and stayed in the dorms. It’s great when you don’t know any better at 18, but a pain in the *&& when you’re pushing 50! The absolutely worst mattress I slept on was in a Stanford dorm. Hard as a rock, so if you have a kid going to Stanford get TWO egg crate toppers!</p>
<p>Here’s my dream. I am back in college. I am walking though the campus, most often looking for the Registrar so I can sign up for classes, and I’m having a hard time finding it. Suddenly it dawns on me, “Wait. I am a middle-aged woman. I already went to college. I have a husband and 2 kids. Why am I doing this over again?” The feeling is one of discovering that I have been kidding myself; I feel both relief and disappointment.</p>