I have nightmares very rarely. This morning, I think my dream qualified.
I was at work, at a design review meeting that I was simultaneously not invited to, but everyone was there. The review was about our company website and not a building. I found that interesting, since web design is something I'm a little more conversant on than the initial design of a building. Plus, there were some cool programs they were using that I knew nothing about. For some reason, some of my friends showed up too, and I found it difficult to tear myself away from a gathering that I found so interesting. I really had to, since I had a ton of work to do at my desk, but I didn't manage it until the very end of the dream, when I yelled at some architect of the community for delaying me (it took him *forever* just to take a picture of me and a friend). To top it all off, I needed to pick up my mum at the airport and I had no idea when she was getting there.
When I awoke, I realized I was failing in three ways. I was failing my family, since I couldn't fulfill my commitment to help my mum. I was failing my job, since I wasn't getting the actual work done that was on my desk, despite being at work. This is a very real concern of mine, as I have been feeling less than effective at work. Oh, I've been getting stuff done, but I've not been getting enough (in my opinion) done.
And most interestingly, I was failing myself. My interests, technology and design, were not being fed. I felt extremely sad that I: a) wasn't conversant about the programs being used for the web design and b) wasn't being included in the process. I thought I was supposed to be at my desk producing work and not dilly-dallying with the design or the functioning of the office. I say "I thought" because there was no evidence that this is what the managers of the office thought.
I can still feel the weight of the dream pressing on me. "I really shouldn't be writing this in my blog, I should go to work early," I'm thinking. I'm temporizing. I woke up an hour early, so I'm using half of it to write this here and the other half to go to work early.
Very interesting dream analysis. Very literal. I'm intrigued!
Sometimes it's easiest to interpret the dream immediately upon waking.
This one was particularly clear because I know failure is something I have always worried about. (I know, I know. Join the club. Membership: 5 (6?) Billion.)
I will point out also that I believe this was merely a picture of my current worries. I don't have prophetic dreams. If I do, I don't recognize them as such.
As for the literalness of the dream, I think that the more obscure dreams don't get analyzed because I'm not subtle enough to interpret them.
For example: The night after I had this dream, I had another. I dreamt I woke up very late. I wasn't really worried about missing work though, because one of my bosses was there. There were some other random people there and we walked down a forested path, doing odd things now and then or interacting with odd people. Finally we reached some sort of boathouse where I did a few moves of tai chi (whether in an exhibition or for myself, I'm not sure) and then the dream was over. I think I was dressed in my pyjamas (which is to say, not much) the whole time, but it didn't really bother me. Actually, that reminds me of a dream I had last night during which I went to work and was naked, but no one commented. I'm pretty sure that's a pretty common dream.
Anyway, I didn't really come up with an interpretation for the forest dream because it really could be practically anything.
I do have prophetic dreams; have since I was about 11. The problem is, I don't know if it's prophetic until I "catch up" to that point in time. Then I have a moment of confusion while I remember that I dreamt the mundane details of that particular situation and that's that.
So I don't do much dream analysis actually. The ones that really disturb me, maybe. Like, I had a recurring dream of getting shot in the head at close range. I started being able to escape, but still get gunned down. Then I did escape fully. And then I stopped having them altogether. That all coincided with school, high school, college, and graduation so I'm guessing it was a stress thing. Still, very unnerving to repeatedly die in a dream.
Unnerving indeed! Especially considering you have prophetic dreams. Yeesh!
I'm kind of glad I don't. My logical side takes out much of the surprise in life, I'd rather keep the small amount that I do have. :)
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