Jack Rooney '16 | November 4, 2016
The first time I had a stress dream, I didn’t know what it was, but I knew it wasn’t good.
I jolted awake in the dead of night in my Alumni Hall single, still half-trapped in the most vivid dream I’ve ever had. In it, I was driving on a familiar stretch of the Indiana Toll Road, the same route I took to get from my house in Chicago to Notre Dame — a drive I had made a few dozen times at that point. But I was driving on the wrong side of the road, weaving perilously through oncoming traffic.
My younger brother was in the passenger’s seat, begging me to pull over and stop, but I couldn’t. Something was preventing me from escaping the most stressful situation I was never actually in. When my dream-self finally did pull over, I abandoned the car on the shoulder and had an emotional breakdown right there on the side of the interstate.