I had one of those tedious dreams last night.

In it I was young and working for the police department in some big city. I wasn't a sworn officer but what they called an adjunct officer, doing all the stuff that doesn't involve carrying a gun. I needed a degree in Law Enforcement to advance so I started back to college.

In the middle of my signing up for classes at the local junior college, the city had a flood. A few days after the flood, news reports about dangerous mold caused a panic and every where I went, people who knew I worked for the city had samples from their bathroom walls or some such that they wanted me to take to the city lab. And I kept getting calls from them days and weeks later wanting to know what the lab had said.

But I had never taken the samples to the lab. There was no paperwork for turning such things in so every officer and clerk in the police department had a little box of samples in their desk, waiting for paperwork. We weren't supposed to tell people why they hadn't got any results back. Just make something up the lieutenant said.

And I had a sociology test coming up that I hadn't studied for and some pharmacist kept calling me about the sample he had sent in from underneath the sink in his pharmacy. I was so late for my sociology test because of phone calls that I was in the middle of trying to talk the instructor into letting me withdraw from the course with an incomplete when I woke up.

It's pretty funny to tell it now that I am awake and know that none of this stuff actually happened but it had me really worried in the dream. :)

My brother says I have a tendency to over-commit and that that's what the dream was about. You think? :)

Hugs,
Erin