Weird dreams

I used to believe that dreams were prophetic. That was back when I also thought that I could project my "spirit" to the astral plane and spy on my parents, siblings, and friends without them knowing it. (I suppose it was a few years after I relied on Looney Toons for my understanding of physics and assumed that the reason I kept getting pulled down by gravity was that I didn't not believe in it enough.)

Last night I had a series of dreams. Of course, I only remember snippets. But they involved:

• writing to a deadline about to pass
• racing around in a convertible car on lonely highways and back roads, not a care in the world
• prepping for a photo shoot, having to deal with a prima-donna-esque model, and watching the sun go down (losing that "perfect timing" for the light and having to cancel the shoot)

I'm sure there was more, and I seemed to wake up repeatedly over an hour or two. But everything linked to the various stresses in my life these days, both in my academic (thesis) life and creative (photography) life.

Not to mention that little unspoken wish to just run away from it all and have seem "easy" for a little while.