Day One

PHEW!

A new month. I actually wasn't sad to see February leave. It was a hard month, but a growth month...and therefore good-as all hard things are I suppose.

March is destined to bring some interesting 'gifts' of it's own.  I have unofficially deemed the next few weeks March Madness at work, as this is the time of year when people start flitting about jobs and contracts and a lot of dust is kicked up, thereby temporarily obstructing our vision, until it settles.  Sometimes it doesn't settle until June. Other times September. Maybe never.

Regardless, it is always simultaneiously entertaining and nerve-wracking.

This hub-bub, which actually began in February, prompted some very interesting dreams for me.  Not hopeful dreams, but actual REM, über-Freudian fodder.  Those who have known me longest know I am an avid dreamer. I have some armchair psychology ideas about people who remember their dreams regularly (which I will spare you from) but it is interesting to note that vivid dreaming seems to run in family. As does sleep walking.

Anyway, I have always considered keeping a dream journal. I actually tried briefly, but it didn't stick. I think, more than anything else, may be an interesting way to reflect on how I process stress.  Many of my dreams are mundane: they are the result of my constant planning at wee hours of the morning. Others are so bizarre, and real, and intense, that they must have some deeper meaning or - at least - insight into my psyche.

So, March will bring a month of dreams. I am going to do my best to document the events of the night before as clearly and articulately as possible. Maybe some patterns will some emerge. Maybe I will inadvertently reveal something very telling about my personality or reveal hidden parts of my subconscious. In any event, it is sure to be...interesting.

With that, last night I had a lot of little dreams about work. I was planning the math project for this current unit (Molly and I pretended to have a cooking show) and I had an idea for the silent auction project (which may or may not actually be be used)

However, the longest and most vivid dream was that I was having a sleepover with two co-workers.  I was searching for clean sheets and blankets for the bed and I was surprised that I found some (because in real life, when I went searching the night before, they were all dirty.)  Then we were all cozying up in a big bed to hang out, suddenly one of the girls' kids were there too. I remembered that her daughters didn't like my dogs and I asked if it was okay if the dogs slept in the bed with us. It was very quickly transitioning from a fun girls night to a crowded bed.  Eventually, we all moved to separate beds, but I was still worried about appropriate bedding for everyone.

I also vaguely remember something about a bicycle shop. (Maybe a reference to another co-worker?)

Take it or leave it.