Misadventures

I decided to leave my vocabulary learning for the daily quiz until this morning. I've been waking up at 6:30 anyway so why not use that time to learn the words, rather than precious afternoon or evening hours, right? Wrong! For about 45 minutes of dream time, just before waking up, I dreamed that I did wake up and that I had slept in until 8:00, just 1 hour before class and 1/2 hour before chapel. So, I frantically searched for my text book to learn vocab but couldn't find it. And people didn't have the right textbooks with them so they couldn't lend theirs to me to learn from. Then, I would dream that that was just a dream and that I woke up from it but that it was still 8:00 and I still couldn't get my hands on a text book. Then I would dream that I woke up from that dream ... you get the idea. Stress dreaming about stress dreams. Argh.

Of course, all my tension could have been sympathetic tension because, while I was dreaming, Rob was stuck in a traffic jam in Chicago, missing his early flight to Denver for Kary's wedding. He made it in the end, though. I just got off the phone with him: he's in Denver now, waiting for Kary to pick him up at the airport. I had lots of people in class praying for him to get on another flight with no added expense or bother. Rob says that they offered him standby on the next flight, didn't even ask why he missed his flight. And, despite being informed that the standby flight was full, he got on with 5 minutes to spare. God rocks.