My daughter sometimes tells us about her dreams. Her dreams are sometimes weird, but usually fun and entertaining She told me one this morning that really just involved her and her brother going down a big slide. I’ve reached a point where I rarely remember my dreams, but when I do, they seem to be more anxiety driven.

When I worked at the university library I would arrive before we opened. As I entered the building the grad students waiting to come in would always try to sneak in with me. I would have dreams that I opened the door to go to work and hundreds of grad students would swarm me. It was like a scene from a zombie movie. i would have a similar dream when I worked in the jail. They would just keep sending more and more inmates to the library. The swarm never stopped.

Last night I discovered I still have lingering job interview anxiety. I dreamt that I was back in my old job and had applied for a new one. I was uniquely qualified for the position, but they were insisting on hiring someone with no experience. I’m not sure where that came from, but I wish it would go away.

I miss my heroic dreams I used to have when I was younger. I was always saving the day. Pushing people out of the way of a speeding car, taking down a shooter, battling terrorists Die Hard style. I really had a hero complex.

Do you have anxiety dreams? Fun dreams? Don’t remember your dreams?

6 thoughts on “Dreams

  1. I generally don’t remember my dreams, if I dream at all. The only ones I remember are usually nightmares. Fun times.


  2. Living in nightmare land for now. I remember them. I hope this phase will soon be over and I can get back to either not remembering or having silly stupid dreams of Tone Loc turning into the cheschire cat and eating the red queen (not gross, just one chomp and she disappears) while singing Wild Thing.

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