On Monday morning I awoke as usual with the annoying buzzing of my alarm. And, as usual I turned off my annoying alarm and went right back to bed. I had the most vivid dream of waking up and realizing the day was Tuesday, not Monday. And this would all be fine except for the fact that I was supposed to meet with Simon Dixon, and the freshman in my section of Texts and Critics in order to conduct the midterm reviews on Monday afternoon. I was trying to rationalize (in my dream) how I could have possibly missed out on a whole day. The only explaination I could think of is that the previous day I had assumed was a Sunday, so I did not attend classes. In which case, I could conceivable wake up on Tuesday and realize with horror that I had all together missed my Monday.
I awoke from my sleep and first thing started to compose an apologetic email to Simon, attempting to explain how I had accidentally gotten my days all mixed up, and thought that yesterday was Sunday, when it was indeed a Monday, So I thought that today was Monday, when turned out to actually be Tuesday, and therefore I missed all of the responsibilities I was supposed to be doing on the actual Monday. Halfway through the email, I stopped to check my calander. It was Monday. I hadn't skipped Monday, I had not misidentified my Sunday, and it was not at all a Tuesday. It was all just a dream.
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