Day Eight

I have two problems.

First, all I do is dream about work. I didn't really understand how often I do this until these last few days. I literally dream about the crap I do all day...with some bizarre twists, such as setting or groupings of people.

Second, my dreams haven't been as vivid as they were when I had this brilliant idea. The last few nights of February were rich with incredibly graphic dreams. I can still remember them, feel them.  They were so detailed and intense (and often involved work) but were, nonetheless, far more interesting than the current lot.

I am slightly disappointed, but in what I'm not sure. So with that,

I vaguely remember being in a house, that had the feel of a country house, barn-ish.  The work girls were there and we were just chatting.  At one point we were all in a bed, in a casual, lounge-y way, (this is the second time this scenario has occurred) dishing gossip.  I became very aware of the fact that we were all just sitting around talking about other people and I started to feel guilty.  I started to feel as though we were actively digging ourselves into a hole that was going to be harder and harder to get out of.

I randomly remembered another tid-bit when I saw a particular student today. I dreamed that I found out her and her brother were leaving the school. This is how mundane my dreams are.  When I saw this student this morning, thus triggering this 'memory', I almost brought it up, forgetting that the interaction I had conjured in my sleep was just that, a bizarre manifestation of  thoughts and emotions buried in my ever-active subconscious.