Dreams have a deeper meaning, right?

Had another strange Jensen Ackles-themed dream last night. He was driving us somewhere (yes, even in my dreams I'm chauffered around), and we got into an argument over something I can't recall. I got so mad I turned to get out of the car, but he grabbed my arm and started kissing me. I start yelling, "What the heck are you doing? You're gonna get us killed!", but it turns out we're stalled at an intersection or a red light or something and there aren't any other cars around. Which is good, coz after that point, the dreams veers off into decidely adult territory. Geez. I think it's the pressure of realizing it's only a few weeks till the end of the semester and one of my classes is super, super behind. We missed two classes and they are refusing a make-up session, with the consequence being they are now forging on with their interview project with their sails at half-mast. Meaning, they only have the foggiest idea of what they're doing and of course, it's partially my fault (not wholly, coz the reason we lost the classes was coz their old teach didn't finish grading their presentations last time and foisted it off on me and coz they had to go to some sporting event required by their faculty). So, yeah, it's bothering me. And when I'm bothered, I go the kinky route with whatever happens to be in my head at the moment and what's in my head at the moment is Jensen Ackles. Or actually, Dean Winchester, coz in the dream, I distinctly saw Dean's necklace. Also in my head are worries that I will never get a freakin' driver's license (damn parallel parking to hell!), that perhaps I'm a tad bit emotional (that getting out of a car thing at an intersection? Been there, done that) and I am obsessing a bit too much over Supernatural. Hit the blend button and voila! There' s my dream. Not that it was overly unpleasant (I mean, come on...it was Dean Winchester. In a car), but I know myself well enough to know that when dreams like this come a-knockin', there's something more than meets the eye in my life. And I'll be darned if I have any idea what it is, aside from work-related stress, which to be honest, isn't all that serious. At least, I don't think it is. Then again, sometimes my body seems to know stress better than my brain. Like, when I was in Hong Kong for Christmas. Third day into the trip, I get this debilitating stomachache. It doesn't go away until we touch back down in Bangkok and I'm with my parents. My mother notes that I always get some kind of ailment when I'm away from home for more than a few days. I think it has something to do with feeling out of control. That always stresses me. Hmmm, that sounds like it needs more analysis. Anyhow, gotta go. Got some stuff to finish up so I can have brunch with Goldfinger  tomorrow without the strain of undone work hoveirng over me.

Final thought: Still not complaining about the Dean dreams.