In response to a query: Yes, I am in the middle of my preliminary examinations.
No, I will not, as you say, "bitch" about them online.
Glad we cleared that up.

On to more pleasant things.

I've been dreaming a lot recently - or perhaps I remember my dreams more often these days. When I was younger I hated dreaming; they were always so vivid, and when I woke I was always exhausted. Not to say that they were not pleasant. I was just vaguely annoyed.

So, one night I asked the sky to stop the dreams.

Sounds romantic, but it was more like "Dear Buddha- er God- um, someone out there..." while sticking my seven-year-old neck out the window of our apartment.

So, for about nine years I slept without dreams. More or less.

Then they came back. They no longer irritate me - they disturb, yes. But they became a sort of comfort. Dull sense of contentment.