Two nights ago I had a dream that I was stuck on the moon with the cast of Lost (mostly Jack and Kate, for those of you who are familiar with the show). The only resources we had to get off the moon were a soccer ball, a plastic plate, and a really fat lady. It was a hopeless feeling dream. During the night I also ripped the blinds off the window. So when I woke up the blinds were on the floor and I had the most hopeless feeling inside and was suddenly very worried about getting my thesis done.
I think that the dream was telling me something. Writing a thesis is like trying to get off the moon with only a ball, plate, and 1 fat lady. Impossible.
Luckily, I went to church and life was good again. I'm going to rock this thesis...or get off the moon, whatever comes first.