Last night, I had a dream. I found myself being interviewed by various professors. One of them told me it was vital that I understand and present a proof of Schur's lemma. I did not remember what Schur's lemma was until I awoke, anxious, and looked it up.
Why do I never (remember) dream(s) of relaxing things? Flying. My dreams are fraught with tension.
This post's theme word: pother, "(noun) a commotion or fuss; mental turmoil; a smothering cloud of dust or smoke," or "(verb tr.) to confuse or worry someone; (verb intr.) to worry or fuss."
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