Dreams are today's answers to tomorrow's questions. ~Edgar Cayce

I had a dream last night where I was at my graduation. I was sat on one of those hard plastic chairs that are usually only found in school exam halls, wearing a long gown and that ridiculous cap. Waiting for my name to be called, it seemed slightly strange that the announcer was calling the names out in reverse alphabetical order, so mine was one of the last, but when he finally got to my name, I stood and started to walk towards the stage to collect my degree. As I walked the stage seemed to get further and further away, and everything went grey. I felt like I was falling, but I could still hear the sounds of the other students and their families polite clapping.
Suddenly I was in a small airless room - obviously student accomodation - sat at a desk, frantically typing an essay that I knew was due that day, without knowing how I knew. Clear thoughts and intelligent sounding sentences were running through my head, but what was coming up on the screen was meaningless inane sentences about random unrelated things, like a film I'd been to see, or something I'd bought the previous weekend. I felt sick, and anxious.
Suddenly, a fire alarm went off, and I woke up, turning MY alarm off.

I'm not normally a dreamer, especially not in such vivid detail, but it's really stuck with me all day.

I don't want to over-analyze this, I know it's normal to be a little anxious about going to University, and leaving home, but I just wonder.

If I can't even get a degree in a dream, maybe I'm still not ready to try to get one in real life?

Either way, I'm going in a few weeks, and I'll have my fresh start, a whole new country full of people to make friends with until they realise just how annoying I am. (Kidding - sort of.)

Wales, here I come!