Response to a Recurring Dream

I’m back at the restaurant where I worked throughout university and beyond. There is no organization in staffing, and the customers are smoking at the table by the entrance, and I’m allergic. I try to find someone in charge, but find only cooks smoking in the kitchen. Coming back to work here is obviously a mistake.

It’s a dream, and a theme I revisit often in the dream time – or at least a version of it.

Waiting is a common dream theme for women. Waiting on, waiting for, and even ‘weighting’ – carrying the burdens.

I decide to respond:

Let’s get this straight: what once sustained me, no longer serves. I no longer serve those whose choices compromise me, those who ignore my needs. I can’t change them for the better, so why try? Let them linger in the past while I walk away, absolved.

Have you ever talked back to your dreams? Actually feels good.

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

17 thoughts on “Response to a Recurring Dream

  1. Oh, I have talked to my dreams. Mostly those that reflect when I was in the corporate world. I remember having to get coffee for managers, etc. Further down the road, I owned my own business, and I never expected my employees to serve me coffee. The dream is reoccurring, and you would think it would have fizzled since I have been retired since 2012. Sigh…

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