The Tellingness of Dreams

I’ve been having quite lucid dreams the last few weeks. I recently considered applying for a job two states south of my current location, although I’d discarded the idea. Last night I dreamt I’d accepted a position in the Oregon/Washington, maybe Idaho region.

The person delegated to welcoming me was in a current archeology position and was unpleasant as she felt I did not deserve my new post. I was above her in position, although not her supervisor. In morning-after-review, she must have also applied.

Anyway, she was showing me a huge map of the resource area as people kept walking past. The office was quite a bit larger than my current one; I didn’t know anyone and my new coworkers didn’t seem interested in knowing me. I remembered a former coworker and the loss when he’d moved to another location.

I felt a deep sadness, I’ll call it “buyers remorse” that I’d given up the small, familiar job I’d had for something nearly unrecognizable. Then I remembered a non-work very dear friend I’d left behind when I’d abandoned my current post.

The pain of losing her was almost palpable. I struggled figuring out how to untangle myself from the regrettable position I’d put myself into.

Then I woke up.