Also, last night I had anxiety dreams. I know there was something about other people not fulfilling their obligations and/or working hard enough (possibly this was about me?), and I got very angry at them but was sort of passive-aggressive in how I behaved. And there was something about the fact that I don't like my weight. I remember there was some segment of the dream that was just me walking and walking, looking down at the protruding lower part of my stomach, because apparently I was naked.
Most of what I remember about the dream, though, was some long part about school. I went back to my old university, intending to resume classes, but the building I needed had been almost entirely destroyed. There were mounds of debris everywhere: bent girders, jagged blocks of cement, broken pieces of plaster. At first, I planned on fixing it all myself, but after having a good look around, I despaired: "This is going to need bulldozers and cranes and crews of workers! Who knows how long that will take!"
Still, I was trying to work out what classes I would need to take, assuming that they would be offered in some other (inferior? but intact?) building, but I couldn't find the office of an old professor who'd given me an "Incomplete" on my transcript when I dropped out of grad school in 2000. I needed to finish the class, but I couldn't find the guy.
Anyway, so I'm feeling a bit off-center today. The dream seemed to be all about failure, powerlessness, and being disappointed in myself, and the aftertaste lingers.