Dreams are funny things. I woke up this morning with such a sense of sheer panic and for a brief moment I had no idea why. And then slowly the dream came back to me.

High school. You and I both know that nothing good ever starts out with those two words. And please spare me the “High School Musical” load of crap… those movies make me tremble and I’m quite convinced are an early sign of the apocalypse. I mean really… have you seen that kid’s hair?

But I digress. I’m sure it’s nothing too far from the dreams where you go to school naked or find yourself at the end of the semester and realize that you’ve forgotten to go to one class all semester and now you can’t graduate. (What? That was just me…? I totally blame my mother. She used to tell me about that dream all the time.)

Last night’s doozy was a variation on this same theme. I was in the aforementioned hell that is high school (yet oddly? Married to Patrick who did nothing but laugh about the situation the whole damn time. Even in my deepest of sleeps I can find a way to make an wholly un-asshole-ish guy into the biggest of tools.) and it was the beginning of either the year or the end of some ambiguous long break and I had to go back to school. But I couldn’t remember what classes I was taking or where any of them were. I didn’t know where my locker was and my hair was Just. Not. Cooperating.

I can only imagine that I’m afraid of being unprepared for something. But for the life of me I have no idea what it is. My recent shopping forays have left me completely prepared, at least in the wardrobe department, for Las Vegas. I actually feel like I have a clue what I’m doing at work. And I even made dinner every night this week. (Although I will confess that last night’s foray into Asian cuisine was less than stellar. I really think that is the one genre of cooking at which I am totally inept and it makes me a little sad.)

What are some of your most panic-inducing dreams?