mom, is this true?

I am not one to glean meaning from dreams. In my neuropsychology undergrad class there was the following correct question/answer on an exam:

Q: Do dreams have any meaning for you? Why or Why not?
A: NO. They are merely random neurons firing.

Now my professor of the time is still my favorite professor; the one who got me into all this behavior analysis jazz, the one who pushed me toward the huge paradigm shift I have been undergoing for the past few years. This same man is one who seems to love spurring discussion, whether tinged with anger from the students or not. Class was always fun. For me, anyway. This means that he may not actually subscribe to his own statement. The point is that dreams are NOT for interpreting nor for deriving the purpose of your life from.

So imagine my surprise when my dream a couple nights ago is eerily revealing of my current anxieties and insecurities.

It went something like this:

Me and my family (including mom, dad, siblings, husband, etc.) were all gathered for some reason and somewhere. Mom decided I had reached an age of enough maturity to be entrusted with documents she has held onto since my birth. Among those I spot a medical report.

It stated: Low to normal IQ, bordering on retarded.

Yes, in my dream it said "retarded." Don't worry, when I'm awake I am much too pc to use that word. But, whoever this imaginary doctor or psychologist was, they called me retarded.

I looked up, accusingly, at my mother- jaw dropped.

-Mom, you didn't say anything!

-Weeellll, look how well you turned out...

I look back to the diagnosis and mutter: This explains so many things.