Akaky Akakyovich (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} admiralbunny) wrote,@ 2005-06-30 10:18:00 |
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My dreams have been mirroring and mocking my life, and while I'm glad that I'm remembering my dreams again, I could do without the unconscious self-mockery. This morning I dreamt that I got the job I've been working my ass off for, but only after I met with the president of the company tonight and tomorrow. Two more meetings I'd have to slip into my already-crazed schedule without any more guaruntee than before. In real life, these people have been running me ragged. They brought me in for three interviews with nine different people, out of an office of about twenty-five. They did an FBI background check, complete with fingerprints, that showed my stupid DUI charge from fucking 1997, and then sent me to the courthouse to get my records copied, notarized, faxed and then overnighted to them. And after taking up so much time, and making me feel like a criminal, I still don't know if I've got the job. It's insane. In another part of my dream, I was sent to jail for this criminality. Eric asked me to let him know how the uniforms were, since his company had made them.
There are two happy outcomes of my recent dreaming spurt: in one dream, I saw a friend of mine who I haven't seen in eight years, and who I've been thinking about off and on since returning to Pennsylvania. This young woman has effectively dropped off the face of the earth, for me at least, and it makes me sad. Last night I ran into her on the streets of my hometown, and we went for coffee together and caught up, and hugged. The other happy aspect is that my dreams seem to be taking care of any wedding anxiety I might have. While I'm not at all anxious in my day to day life about the impending marriage, my dreams have created fantastic scenarios with destroyed dresses, foodless receptions, or missing guests. My dream self has had to deal with all this worry, while I can go about my waking life stress-free. Thanks, subconscious!
There are two happy outcomes of my recent dreaming spurt: in one dream, I saw a friend of mine who I haven't seen in eight years, and who I've been thinking about off and on since returning to Pennsylvania. This young woman has effectively dropped off the face of the earth, for me at least, and it makes me sad. Last night I ran into her on the streets of my hometown, and we went for coffee together and caught up, and hugged. The other happy aspect is that my dreams seem to be taking care of any wedding anxiety I might have. While I'm not at all anxious in my day to day life about the impending marriage, my dreams have created fantastic scenarios with destroyed dresses, foodless receptions, or missing guests. My dream self has had to deal with all this worry, while I can go about my waking life stress-free. Thanks, subconscious!
