The dream was too real, too possible, too totally and completely EXACTLY the kind of thing that would happen to me.
So, I panicked.
Although the building was quiet, it still felt exposed. I closed the door as soon as I got into the office. She answered the phone on the first ring.
“No, no,” I tried to explain, “I turned the papers in months ago. In October. Mid-October.”
“Well, you’re probably okay. Are you on the list?”
“What list?” Now I’m really panicking. “I turned in the final copy for binding and filled out the paperwork…” The last part came out fast as my voice started to rise in pitch. “…I put it on the desk at the registrar’s office. I paid the final semester fees. Did I miss something?”
“Let me check.”
Wait. Wait. WaitWaitWait.
I start to make nervous jokes. “It’s just that, you know, it seemed so EASY… I just woke up this morning panicked, thinking I’d missed something. There was this dream I had and it…”
“Oh, I see it. You’re right here. PhD, right?”
“Yes! PhD! That’s ME!”
“In the first day of the New Year, your transcript will be ready and it will be official.”
“For sure? You’re SURE? For REAL?”
“Yes. I promise. You’ll officially be a PhD, and can request a transcript to prove it.”