There are authors whose work I keep track of in order to download their new releases on my Kindle as soon as they come out. John Lescroart is one of such writers. He has this great series of courtroom dramas set in San Francisco that I love. Tonight at 2 a.m., his new book Damage will be released. Of course, I'm planning to stay up for this book that I have been eagerly awaiting for almost a year.
To make the wait easier, I decided to have a nap. And this is where I had this horrible nightmare that left me shaking. This is one of my recurring nightmares where I dream that I suddenly discover myself married and have no idea how it happened to me or how to extricate myself from this unwanted entanglement. This time, I dreamt that I was married to this really nasty, fat, sweaty and mean student. I'm trying to hide from him because I don't even have a clue how I ended up married to him. And the Dean is calling me to ask what possessed me to marry a student. In the meantime, I'm in a state of total panic trying to come with a plan how to get out of this whole mess. A horrible, horrible dream! (Please, don't offer any psychoanalytic interpretations of this dream. I know exactly why I keep having this nightmare, so no further analysis is needed.)
Then I woke up and saw that a colleague has written to me to inform me that he has inherited my recalcitrant grad student who made my life hell last semester. Now this kind and nice colleague will have to take on the burden of dealing with this horrible student in his classroom. And that nightmare, my friends, is worse than anything I could have dreamt of.
Just wanted to share.