I again had a dream about my best friend in high school. I dreamt that my daughter was going to his college and was in one of his art classes. This is not possible in the real world. My “friend” (if you can call a person that after not speaking for 25 years) teaches in a college in the middle of Texas. My daughter wouldn’t go there if she was given several million dollars. My daughter is rather artistic in some ways, but not in his medium, so that’s another issue. I hadn’t been thinking of him, but as I’ve said elsewhere, every so often I’ll have a dream about him. In this one, he was giving my daughter a grade (B) and I was in the hallway. He didn’t know we were related. If he ever did meet my daughter, he’d know. That’s because she’s pretty much an exact mirror image of me, only 35 years younger and a bit prettier.
I also had a dream about one of our employees. I dreamt that he had died. I don’t dislike this employee, so it’s not like I want to see him offed. He’s probably approaching 60 or so, and he’s been loyal enough, honest and trustworthy. However, his game has been a bit off, if you know what I mean. He used to be fairly sharp, but now he’s mind-numbingly tedious. My husband can’t stand to speak with him anymore, and will bolt from the office if he knows this person is coming in. That leaves him to bother the rest of us with his stories we’ve already heard.
I kind of feel sorry for that guy. He’s alone, has no wife or girlfriend (who’d take him?) or children. The economy is rough here, and he gets a lot less hours than he used to, so he’s financially strained. I can see why he’s sort of depressed and a downer to speak with.
I wish I had dreamed of California. I wish I’d have dreamed of hot sex with my husband. I hate dreaming of death.
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Weird. I had a dream about a co-worker last night too, I dreamt that he blew his head off. I don’t think he really will, but it was still creepy.
I don’t know what my dream was about, but I woke up in tears. Must be something in the air.
Pan, last time I started obsessing about someone I hadn’t seen in 20+ years he turned out to be dead. You might want to check into it.
I dreamed about a cricket match in which I was Captain. We all had armbands supporting Tibet, then one of the team died and suddenly people were running onto the pitch with armfulls of kindling for a funeral pyre and the wood was all red. And we had to howl in grief like the Gaelic lament for the dead.. then my alarm went off.
Weird.
I’ve been on a new medication and it makes me have vivid, wicked dreams. I’m so sick of it. Then, during the day, I don’t know sometimes what I dreamed and what was real. Neato, huh?
LFC, I’m sure he’s still alive. He’s on the college web site.
Rebecca, I love dreams where you don’t know where reality ends and the dream world picks up. I’d like to imagine that’s what heaven is like.
That reminds me of the episode of friends where Phoebe was mad at Ross over something he said to her in a dream, lol…I”m glad he’s still alive, Pan, but maybe you should get in touch with him anyway?
Since you didn’t dream of California, I posted pictures for you. Come see!