Freud's tale

Last night I had one of the strangest dreams:

It was the last day of my faculty and I had to prepare my presentation for the graduation dissertation. I had to hand it over in that very day, after the lectures. Next morning we were supposed to present our dissertation.

I was running out of time so I’ve thought using an older presentation of mine on the mechanical properties of cylinders. The only problem might have been that the professor will notice that.

I had arrived at the faculty with the cd. I was a bit late when I entered the classroom.. All the rest of the students looked like they were in a similar situation. It seemed none cares about the others. The professor was not interested either of what was happening in the classroom – he was just writing on the blackboard without paying attention to the students. There was a deep silence in the classroom and this not because they were attentive to the lecture. S. was also there in the last row of tables, close to the exit door. He seemed like his ships were sunk as well.

I was not sure if I should sit down or look for a printer to print the presentation. I was standing between the tables' rows and I couldn’t decide what is wiser to do in this situation. I was stressed and i was searching fast a solution in my head.

In this moment I realized that I missed the object that demonstrates my presentation ("la pièce de résistance"): the Baked Onion. How can I bake an onion in such a short time and more crucial question where??? Will my professor notice that I have an older presentation?

I woke up really tired and quite stressed. This dream describes perfectly how I feel in this new project I am at work…

Talking about Freud..