all i dream about is numbers now. finding an elasticity constant that doesn't exist, perversions of equations twisted out of shape, calculation upon calculation. i wake up with the taste of them in my mouth.
it disgusted me at first, and it still does (to some extent). it means that a) there's nothing i'm doing that's interesting enough to create real dreams (like when i'm back home), and b) i work so much that i can't even escape it in sleep. it's coupled by the fact that although i love analysis, my entire study is analysis right now with no design or problem solving and that depresses me to no end.
but as i think about it now, shaking the crust from my eyes