Asking students from different majors what their worst nightmare is

This quarter has been rather dull so far, so in honor of Halloween we’ve decided to focus on nightmares. The Daily Nexus interviewed different students across a variety of majors on their worst nightmares, and collected their responses.

Eileen, third-year biology major: “I’m lying on the surgery table, about to go under anesthesia, when the surgeon walks in and it’s a frog I dissected in high school.”

Ron, second-year economics major: “I’m forced at gunpoint to work in a soup kitchen while I can hear the euphoric sounds of Warren Buffet having sex with my girlfriend off in the distance.”

Willow, third-year mechanical engineering major: “I have to de-arm a bomb while my parents stand behind me and give me contradictory advice.”

Gerald, first-year political science major: “My senator shows up at my door with a chainsaw and gerrymanders me.”

James, third-year chemistry major: “All of the elements of the periodic table appear before me in the form of beautiful women, which is good, but all they do is make fun of my clothes.”

Kyla, fourth-year English major: “I’m at a restaurant, but instead of food, they serve me a paper that reads ‘You will never know true happiness.’”

Shayla, first-year math major: “I’m put on trial for dividing by zero. I’m found guilty and sentenced to twenty years of advanced statistics classes.”

David, second-year psychology major: “I’m in my childhood home, but my mother is Sigmund Freud, my dad is the subconscious desire for destruction and my dog keeps insulting me.”

Lily, first-year computer engineering major: “I finally built myself a robot girlfriend, but she’s evil, and worse, straight.”

Hector, second-year film and media studies major: “I’m sitting in De La Guerra, stuffing my face with the rancid slop they have for ‘food’ there. Suddenly, an overwhelming sense of dread takes over me. I look around, and then I see him. Behind the waffle maker stands none other than Orson Welles, with a gun pointed straight at me.”

Xathan, third-year music composition major: “It’s the middle of night, and I’m walking down a dark alleyway when a minor fourth chord jumps out of the shadows and eats me. It sounds beautiful, but I die.”

Wanda, fourth-year language, culture, and society major: “It’s my wedding day, and I’m filled with joy, but that happiness washes away when it’s revealed that the groom is racism itself in the form of Elon Musk.”

Rick, fourth-year history of policy, law, and governance major: “They find out, all of them. Everyone. Mother, my girlfriend, my high school gym coach, mother, the president, my girlfriend, every woman in America, my dog — they all find out. They know everything. They hate me. I don’t have much time left.”

Georgia, second-year geography major: “Nothing violent happens, but an overwhelming sense of dread creeps up on me when I realize I’m in Kansas and I don’t know how to get out.”

Reggy, first-year philosophy major: “A trolley is barreling down a set of tracks towards Albert Camus, who is tied to the tracks. If I pull a lever, I can divert the trolley to a side track where it will run over Ayn Rand. However, all of this is actually just shadow puppets cast on the walls of a cave, and when I wake up, I realize that I’ve never truly awoken, and all my life has just been a hazy dream. This is a metaphor for the injustices of capitalism.”

Joe, third-year communications major: “Snakes with wings.”

Benjamin Epstein always feels stuck in a nightmare.