For the Kid that used to dream - I’ve been having some weird ones lately. Also, as someone that finds dreams fascinating I’m often looking for the hidden meaning. I feel like it’s our natural way to deal with the crap we refuse to deal with while we are awake. Sometimes, it’s just the nasty things we force down our throats right before we go to sleep - so, interpretation can be skewed. Most of the times, I find them therapeutic.
I’m on sort of a vacation so you’d expect I would be relaxed. I am someone that never sits still on a vacation. I find it to be a waste of money to lay around a pool and do nothing. I know, it’s still a waste to spend 200.00 per night just to sleep and leave the amenities of your hotel to sightsee - I digress.
This is only the 2nd ACTUAL vacation I’ve taken that didn’t involve work in over 15 years. Probably the first one that I gave no limits to whatever the cost or experience. It’s the first time in my life I have been able to afford not worrying about a budget. I’ve decided to enjoy myself.
Apparently, my lack of work and frugalness is not being dealt with while I’m awake. Every night on this vacation I’ve had these weird dreams that I’m working and trying to solve these problems. Just last night, (in my dream) I was working a musical event and the show was going to crap. One of the acts was having issues with the band so I jumped on drums but the act stops the song and changes tunes. Then, out of nowhere a drummer shows up and the keyboard is empty - I jump over there and out of nowhere someone shows up. I run back to the mixer and someone has assumed my position there. I drop my keys and all of a sudden I’m in someone’s compound with all these old work trucks that apparently don’t work. I’m trying to leave and I realized my wife just left and she had my keys. In the middle of all of that - I break my glasses - a truck rolls away that I jump in and try to stop but I can’t find the air brake to stop it - it hits an old man but only knocks him out - and I barehanded flip a car over looking for my keys.
I then wake up. Now, I’m either not dealing with the fact that I can’t control the compulsive nature to solve every problem I encounter - whether it’s mine or someone else’s. Or, I was having an apnea episode and was dying from a lack of oxygen. One way or the other, I was not enjoying my slumber.
I’m awake now and whoever our neighbors are at the resort learned to whisper in a sawmill! I wanted to yell at them to shut up but I am positive I don’t speak whatever language they are speaking. I’ll mind my business and let them enjoy their vacation and not be the only thing they talk about when they return to wherever they came from.
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