Dream Therapy

I have another blog only visible to friends and family where I ranted about all the things that pissed me off this week. I won't go into it here.

However, I went to bed last night and had a very vivid dream about screaming at a doctoral student who dropped me as his major professor and didn't bother to tell me. The dropping didn't bother me. It was the fact that he didn't tell me that set me off.

There is actually a student who has done this. I haven't seen him since classes ended in Fall 2005. I gave him an assistantship which funded him for a year from a grant I got and I spent a lot of time mentoring him when we co-taught a class together.

I am of no more use to him so he is gone, I think. I'm not even sure if I'm on his committee anymore. Again, the being kicked off the committee or being dethroned as his major professor does not bother me. His not telling me really pisses me off.

I have not screamed at him in real life. I won't if I ever see him again. However, it felt really great to work it out though this dream.