Day four

I have noticed that many of my dreams involve people from work, or take place at work, in a very mundane, day-to-day manner.  I will dream about an interaction with someone that easily could have taken place, but didn't.  Other work dreams clearly tap into anxieties or frustrations that center on certain people.  These seem difficult to relate as they are brief snippets of a dream-day, that would be just as interesting as me sharing those same brief snippets of real life-day.

One dream last night was more out of the ordinary, however.  I was in the classroom with M.  Suddenly an incredibly violent windstorm kicked up.  The windows in the classroom were open (M. used to always open the window by her desk) so we could feel and hear the storm.  It was exciting, but also scary.  It is jarring to be with kids when they are very frightened and you are slightly nervous as well.  That was the energy in the room. I felt pretty confident that everything was going to be fine, but the wind was so intense, and we could feel the building shake, that my confidence was beginning to waver a bit.

The other dream I remembered while on my run, so quite a while after I woke up. Jesse wanted to go see our friends Dave and JJ to find out if one, or both, of them were going to have a bachelor party before their wedding. We drove all the way to west side to ask them.  When we showed up at their apartment, they were just arriving as well so we talked in the hallway.  They were surprised by the visit but more surprised that Jesse was inquiring about a bachelor party.  From the vagueness of their respective responses, things like "we don't really have the money" and "we don't really do stuff like that anymore" I could tell they were lying. I felt bad for Jesse, but in their defense, no one in their right mind would ever think Jesse would have any interest in attending such an event...probably not even his own.  One part of me was angry with them for lying and another part wondering why I thought it was a good idea to drive all the way to Santa Monica to have this conversation. Dave could tell I knew he was lying, but Jesse didn't seem to catch on, therefore I was trying to navigate the situation.  Should I say something? Let it go? Then JJ (who incidentally looked nothing like JJ, rather a muscular Latino man with long flowing dark hair) locked them out of the apartment, which was enough to change the subject and ended the dream.