ok so yesterday was a mixed bag. First, I finally got a project done that's been bugging me for a while - I cleaned out my closet's floor and sent the stuff I dont need to goodwill.
Unfortunately, I paid for that in the evening with what felt like a strained or pulled muscle in my stomach. Fortunately, a little lie down helped that, but then after I gone to sleep for the night I had yet another dream of confusion and frustration.
In this dream, I was in a classroom and I had apparently missed the first day, because it was a struggle to figure out what was going on. My frustration got worse, when we were supposed to move into different seats and I had no idea where to go, and even the teacher was too busy to help. I finally found an empty chair, decided it would do, and sat down to try and figure out what I was supposed to do. Now, I didn't yell at anybody or throw a tantrum, which is good, but I ended the dream still barely holding my anger in check..
Sighs, ah well ...
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The night for strange dreams.
I'm glad you were able to hold your anger in check.
I too had a strange dream last night. I ended up somehow, living through the 1970s Thief in the Night series. Was very strange. I didn't go through the last one, which was good, as it was completely dumb as far as I was concerned, but the rest were very strange. It ended with an extremely embarrassing situation for me, so I won't talk about it here.
Must have been a night for weird dreams.
Huggles!
Hugs!
Rosemary
Isn't it strange
that our subconscious takes us back 50 some years to school settings (for me anyway, oops, age spoiler alert) to relive and work out our pain and frustrations?
I was told that school age was to be some of the best of times, but they sure were stressful. I don't think I would have gotten though it without the summer vacations to de-stress by running around the woodlands of rural Western NY.
Welcome
Welcome to my world. Oh so often, I dream about being back in junior high school, elementary school, high school, or a cross between the two. Sometimes as an adult disguised as a kid. Either I progressively get further and further lost about where my classroom is, or I'm further and further lost about my academic material. At some point, I realize that I've completely blown off a class for an entire semester.
Two particular bizarre dream events.
So did my nightmare find something back in the deep recesses of my memory, to torment me with? Or did it make up something which coincidentally turned out real?
-- Daphne Xu
Just drink enough red wine...
And you won't remember those dreams! ;)
Anytime I dream of my school days, it only serves to remind me that I was a coward when I had a good chance to reveal the 'real' me to my mother and be the girl I should have been (at least outwardly). So, now almost 50 years later (oops...revealing age seems to be an issue in this thread), I am stuck just being the inward girl I am--and pretending to be that outward guy...
I prefer to not remember the dreams...
Sorry for being the bummer... I am having my red wine... :)
HUGS!
S
I don't drink.
Sorry, I don't drink anything alcoholic. That and avoiding smoking (and illegal drugs) are among the few upbringings I stuck with, from my upbringing. Physics, too.
My anxiety dreams don't take me as far back as 50 years, thank you. They tend to mix high school and junior high school or elementary school. A couple times I think, I dreamed I was in a school I never attended or visited, perhaps because I lived in that city for a number of years. Cambridge Rindge and Latin School. Not only did I never visit it, I had no idea where it was in Cambridge. I just checked now, and it appears to be not too far from Harvard University.
-- Daphne Xu
The comment was for Dot, but...
Hi Daphne,
The comment was actually directed to Dot and not a reply to yours, but I appreciate the reply!
HUGS!
S