Near the end of the dream, I was in a university setting, and the teacher told the pupils in the room that what was to come in the future would be tough, and not to expect any great achievements.
And right then and there, I wanted to stand up and tell him of the specific (technical) interests I had and in which I had done well in the past - tell him that I was really good at that, at any rate, and that in that area I
would come to make great achievements.
Then I woke up, my mind
very slow and groggy - yet I could feel something very deeply - I saw then very clearly the utter meaninglessness of these things I was so attached to, that they didn't in reality matter one bit. Of my life I saw at once:
my journal said:
...the inner considerings, fantasies, nonsense, A-influences, things I'd better snap out of and let go, because I was "dreaming", so to say.