Is a dream about work. Not working, I don’t mind that, but being at a workplace. The usual version of this dream is where I’m technically employed there but I don’t seem to have an actual job – or maybe I do but I don’t understand it enough to know what I’m supposed to be doing. So the whole dream is about vaguely wandering about this open office trying to look busy and avoid scrutiny.
This morning’s version was different – It was really detailed and vivid, and the more frustrating for it. I was in a shop this time, a somewhat more comfortable environment than an office, and I was supposed to be building some complicated electrical thing on the ceiling, maybe some sort of automatic lighting system, I don’t know, which combined my two least favorite work-related things: Ladders and electricity. I was hampered by not really knowing what I was doing, not having any of the right materials, and an overly solicitous and possibly sarcastic boss who spent an awful lot of time looking over my shoulder. And it seemed to go on for days.
Kind of encapsulated a lot of my frustrations when I lived in a city and worked for money, and I’ve seldom been so happy to wake up, look at a clock and see it’s time to get out of bed anyway because I really didn’t want to go back to sleep.
Sounds like my regular work week, wandering, confused, assigned to a poorly-understood task. I’d rather be asleep.
Seriously, though, it sounds like a most uncomfortable dream.
Being invisible and virtually unknown at your workplace isn’t all bad. There was a sizable period where that was my strategy. My theory: If they don’t know you exist, they can’t fire you!
My dreams often mix my first career, working in Air Force welding and sheet metal shops and my last, I was a foster care program manager for the state. It’s usually shop environment with the people from foster care.