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Entries this day: cool_dreams cool dreams Friday 7 November 1997 Today I am sick as crap and I'm home from work. I just slept 4 hours and it's about 4pm. I'm writing because I just had an awesomely detailed and useable dream. I was at work and we had some kind of meeting to evalutate how we felt about our jobs and such. No one could find my evaluation, so I just straight told them. "I hate this job and what I really want to be doing is working with youth." Kate looked quite seriously at me, "what do you mean?" "All this corprate bullshit I totally hate and I want to get out of here." She told me what a true friend would say, "Well, if that's what you want then totally go for it!" She leveled with me, "we've got about 8 more weeks of difficult work ahead of us, and after that time, I can see no problem whatsoever with you leaving." My other coworkers were just as helpful and supportive, suggesting places I could live or go to school to get a Master's in Education or something. Hmmm. At that point the dream started to get wacky and we were looking at pictures of people in a magazine and saying "I hate you," which I interpret as "I take all my stresses out on the world when it's due simply to my lifestyle which I hate." I woke up soon thereafter and pondered the dream.
I am now remembering that as I woke up this morning, I had another dream, one that I was working as a camp counselor for elementary and junior high aged youth. I currently shudder at the thought of any kind of instruction toward that age group, but the counselor idea doesn't seem too far off base. Hmmmm. prev day next day |