Woke up this morning in the early hours as a result of a nasty dream. Not quite a nightmare, but certainly not pleasant.

I'd just been through the interview process at uni # 2. No tour; no preliminaries; no 'visit with the team'; just fifteen minutes in front of the panel. And the realization that they were interviewing me with no paperwork in front of them. I've no idea if that's because I'd not sent it in or because they didn't have it.

Perhaps it's my subconscious telling me not to bother. Or perhaps it's telling me to get on with the forms. Who can say?