My Trial Dream

 The dream that I spoke about in class today was a fairly recent one, which is understandable as my mind has understandably been more focused on the future since the ending of last semester. At the end of last semester, I was embarking on the final year of my undergraduate degree. I have reached the point in time that all of us must face the facts that MSU will no longer be my home, my haven, and most of my world. My universe will soon expand beyond my sorority obligations and routines, beyond having bosses instead of professors, and beyond the comforting fact that while failure is an option, I always have support to cushion the damage. Once I throw that cap in the air and receive my diplomas, I will officially be a part of the "real world". So having a dream that illustrates those fears is completely normal.
To give a little more of a background before going into the dangerous place, that is my mind, you, my dear readers, need to know a little about my life. I am entering my 5th year at MSU as well as my 5th year as an integral part of Alpha Gamma Delta sorority at MSU. At the beginning of my sophomore year, I learned of Leadership Consultants. This is an ideal job for anyone who love AGD, wants time to figure their life out after graduating, and loves meeting new people while traveling. Needless to say, I was instantly intrigued and have worked ever since in order to become a candidate for these coveted positions. In order to get to the point where I feel like I have done everything possible to be in the running, I have ran the finances for the Chapter, been President for 2 years, and been most kinds of -Cat on campus such as E-cat and AdvoCat.
 But now to the part that you are truly interested in. My dream started out with me filling out the application, making it to the next round of the selection process with a conference call. Both the application and conference call went fabulously! My recommendations were superb, I had studied to make sure that I was up-to-date on all AGD facts, trivia, and procedures. I was completely confident in my ability to make a good, not make that a wonderful, impression on my interviewers. I would even go so far as to say that I was probably so confident that I was smiling and looked smug in my dreaming state! I finally arrive in Indianapolis and walk into the interview room. It is a medium sized conference room with a long table and one lone chair sitting facing the table. At the table was a mix of familiar and new people. Some I had known from a far, some I had had personal contact with, and some I had no idea who they were. All of them looked perfectly groomed, professional, and a little intimidating. The head of the committee asked me to sit down in a flat mono-tone voice. The kind of voice I had previously associated with principals inviting in naughty children. My apprehension immediately started. The first questions they asked were pretty basic, like my name, did I have a good flight, what offices I had held, etc... But then they started to get progressively harder but I managed to stumble my way through them. A cold sweat had now started to run down my back. The questions got harder again and I was starting to fail as well as lose all of my confidence. As I started to think that the interview must be ending, they asked a question about a program that I had never even heard about and my voice deserted me. It was at this point, the point of complete and utter panic, that I woke myself up from my dream.
 Now many of you may be thinking that there is no way that my dream could have been that minutely detailed and you are partially correct. As I think is the case with most of us, we don't remember the details of a dream but the feeling of it. This is one of the connections between art and dreams. We can't always remember the details but we can remember the emotions evoked if the connection is strong enough. I have filled in the details somewhat in order to make myself feel those emotions again as well as in an attempt to help you understand the what I was feeling.