Another anxiety dream

I had a dream that I was at my interview for the hedge fund on Thursday. It was going pretty well, and the interviewer was obviously interested in hiring me. So, he says, “I’m going to ask you one more question, and if you answer it as well as you have my other questions, I’ll give you a job right now.” I say, “Sure,” and he says, “Walk me through your resume.” Now, this is a pretty standard question that I’ve been asked at every single interview, so I start on my spiel; I’m a second year, I’m majoring in economics and law letters and society, etc. After a few sentences, he interrupts me, and shouts, frowning, “No! That’s wrong! I’ll never hire you!” Come on now, subconscious. You don’t have to be this stressed out.

Lots of work. Lots of studying. Lots of reading. And lots of dreams. I enjoy dreaming; it’s a good distraction from reality. Indeed, I sometimes fall asleep just so that I can finish a particularly good dream. But I wish I wasn’t this stressed.