I actu­ally had the worst dream I’ve had in a long time last night. For what­ever rea­son, it was sud­denly decided that I was going to start attend­ing UoW (not a bad thing in itself!) and, accord­ingly, move into a col­lege down there (nev­er­mind that I’d heard at least one of the col­leges down there went bank­rupt and didn’t even know how many oth­ers there were). I think it was some­thing to do with a deci­sion parentals had made, though I don’t know exactly what it could have been — I’m fairly autonomous, so they’d hardly be choos­ing a uni for me, and con­sid­er­ing rent cost in Wool­lon­gong (1 bed­room flat for between $130-$150 a week) liv­ing out of a col­lege would prob­a­bly be cheaper and more likely what I’d go for, for var­i­ous rea­sons. I remem­bered think­ing it would be okay if I owned a car, but then think­ing that I can’t really afford a car. Then, after that, real­is­ing that employment/prospects for employ­ment are inex­tri­ca­bly bound up in Syd­ney for me, know­ing no-one in Wool­lon­gong (not even on mail­ing lists!) and not feel­ing ter­ri­bly inclined to start work­ing in a ‘nor­mal’ uni-student job. Add to that the fact that I’d have to start work­ing more (again) in order to sup­port cost of liv­ing, etc., and the whole sit­u­a­tion starts to suck quite a bit in terms of study. The not-having-a-car/uncertainty-about-public-transport thing gets worse when one starts look­ing for a good church within walking/bike distance.

Any­way I don’t think I’ve ever been so stressed in a dream before. (Stressed is dif­fer­ent to scared, note!) I’m presently try­ing to fig­ure out exactly why it was dreamt at all. Some­thing to do with rel­a­tive uni proximity/ease of pretty-much-everything in my present cir­cum­stances, perhaps.

Tags: not-having-a-car/uncertainty-about-public-transport thing, sydney