These dreams about being at work are getting REALLY OLD.

I dream vividly while I sleep. Sometimes it's really frightening nightmares and sometimes it's some haunted campus I'm forced to attend. The past two weeks have me being back at the clothes store where I work, arranging bathrobes on racks, hanging up rhinestone-jewelled dresses, getting summoned back to the office.

In my last dream, my boss is firing me because she "sees the devil" in me. She's a fundy IRL. Another dream, she fired me because my undies were the wrong color, which sounds like something she'd actually do, the genius, even though she can't see them.

It's not just dress shops, these dreams. Sometimes it's a really vivid Bath & Body Works type place where I'm running around, arranging soap and cherry-scented lotion. Other dreams, the more palatable ones, have me arranging gift baskets in the "back" of the store with chocolate, wine, cheese, liqueur, sausage, ribbons, etcetera. And my mother's my boss in these dreams. It's always retail, though.

Why can't I just GO TO BED like everyone else? Thanks for letting me vent, y'all. And "have a super-duper day".

I was an airline pilot.

My dreams usually involve arriving at work unprepared.
Forgot my ID card, or passport.
Can't find my nav kit, that boxy thing that looks like a catalog case.
It has all the necessary charts, flight handbook, checklists you have to have.

It's always a relief to wake up and think "Hey, I don't have to worry about all that any more. No worries."

;-)

That must be REALLY strange for you, especially having been an airline pilot. Have you ever had nightmares about plane crashes or malfunctions in flight?

Sometimes, quite unaccountably, I find myself at work naked.
Freud would have a field day with that.
;-)

:rofl: :rofl: I'm SORRY! I could not could not COULD NOT resist!!!!!!!!!!!!

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something similar happens to me, except i don't dream about my job, just the work.

the world behind my eyelids becomes a big LCD screen, and different colored lines as I attempt to draw some nefarious object. then it becomes an annoying dream loop as i can't seem to ever finish what it is I supposed to be drawing. arg!

I noticed that you're dreaming about something you're supposed to be doing with your life, something you're good at and you like, with a bad turn.

How do you feel when you wake up from those?

though, one time a solution to a structural problem came to me in one of those dreams.

Every freaking night, and I loved that, and no one can ever know how much I miss that.

i can help. i've got a plan.... :loveya:

And that's a good thing and you know it.:hug:

Hey, this is the most fun I think I've ever had with a thread:

http://journals.democraticunderground.com/Sugar%20Smack/3

was living a nightmare at the time. :(

Am I right?

What do I win? :)

:loveya:

That, too, gets old exceedingly quickly. The worst part is that my dreams are never really "good" dreams or never really "bad" ones; they're usually probable slices of real life, sometimes with a random twist, but never fantastic or unbelievable, never nightmares or amazing dreams. It's very strange.

:hi:

:pals:

No, I SERIESLY know what you're saying. I think what makes a dream creepy for me is when everything normal is just the tiniest bit "OFF" and there's absolutely nothing I can do to control it.

Oh, also, it seems like a lot of people out there are like, "I can't remember my dreams" or my favorite there: "I don't dream at all". To which I say, "BLEAGH!"

It seems like the night goes on forever and ever and ever and ever for me..... x(

instead of refreshed and "perky". Perky drives me crazy. My next live-in boyfriend better show no signs of "perky" or I'm going to have to throw him to the wolverines.x(

I have dreams when I'm at work. I drive team for a trucking company and the first three hours of the night I'm in the bunk.

How do you stay awake on the road, dear?:pals:

sign of stress

When I wake up sometimes, I'm still in "dream mode" and only a good, strong hot cup of coffee will get me out of it. Then I can relax, play with the cat and get all nicely geared up for another stressful day.

nightmare or can't find a bathroom nightmare.

The school one is where it is the day of the final exam and not only have you not done any studying, you never did any assignments because you never attended class because you couldn't even find the classroom.

I really hate the bathroom one though because in the search for a facility I keep finding places that are beyond Third World in their filth, or lack of working plumbing ..like the legendary gas station restrooms of yore

OK, you have simply & justly described in detail the kind of dream I also have: the toilet dream. The one where I "gotta go, gotta go" but the toilet is out there open in some hallway with the multitudinous anthropoid rabble stalking up & down the hallway.

And then I go to class to take my history test. It shows up on a schedule I must have lost months ago. I finally find the exam room 3 hours late and the prof. is closing up shop. The professor kindly gives me the exam, I sit down next to some well-read, loud-talking hoodlums & the exam doesn't make a lick of sense to me.


GEEZE.
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hell I have never even found the class all semester.

I sometimes dream the toilet is in highly exposed area, or is constructed in a weird way or just filthy ..maybe for me it is emotional damage caused by the unbelievably disgusting restroom at the first school I attended. Words cannot describe this place..

we may share a brain, or some similar early childhood traumas?

Oh yeah in the exam one I am usually trying to find my clothes, or shoes or something.

Some kind of punishment for something but I can't remember what. I have also dreamed about going to work naked.

or give her a nice-sized wedgie. Oh, I've gone to school naked before. In my dreams, I mean. Just wearing an armload of books.

I think your subconscious is telling you that. Heck, your conscious proabably KNOWS that deep down. But, hey, a girl's gotta eat.

I really do hope you find something that is WAY more "you" and soon.

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she belongs in FL with me!

:thumbsup:

she's rocking my world. :headbang:

I know all about it. :D

At least you're in the same time zone - that's an EASY move! :D

i'll be a broken man when that move is done. :eyes:

She's got a house full of stuff AND a storage unit full of stuff. Hell, MY house is full of stuff.

Garage sale at my house!

my plan is to bring the books, the kitteh, and her awesome sleigh bed. i think thats all i got room for here.

though, i'm sure she has other ideas. :scared:

The good thing is that we're good about talking through stuff.

Oh and it's official:

See how great a sport I am? Aren't I? ;)

:D :*

Oh, I just remembered something from the dream!! I'd said "I swear" in front of the boss, she shook her head and muttered "No. We do not do that here." Then she started making these little "tsk, tsk" noises at me. Then I said, "WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME?" and she muttered "Nothing".

So, as it turns out I'm really good at bellowing at people in my dreams.

Also, you're right. I shouldn't be there. Thank you, buddy. :pals: :pals: :yourock:

shoot lazers out of your eyes stripping her clothes off. Make her run out of the mall with her bare cheeks bouncing!

jest sayin...

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:hi:

and roll her down the aisle and knock down all the ugly dress displays. It's a good thing I'm not bitter, right? :D :hi:

or.. she could be a big balloon on the roof!

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And a family-sized box of BBs on my hip. *ZING*.

Mrs R (an artist like you) has the same problem - vivid dreams that she actually remembers, in detail, upon waking. (Unlike most of us drones who forget them instantly.) Also, her brain works overtime - she'll awaken with all kinds of solutions to household stuff, art projects, world hunger, etc etc and is sometimes more exahusted in the morning than she was the night before. I am sometimes envied for my ability to turn my brain off and just go to sleep.

:hi: :pals:

:D You and Mrs R. sound like a really good match.

I remember every detail, too, of my dreams. Sometimes it's being in a haunted dormitory that turns into a concentration camp, wherein I have to quickly load up on survival gear. And the Nazis are usually women who look like the gals on the "Addicted to love" video. Then there's that recurring dream of shooting Eminem in self-defense.


Y'all that just turn off & go to sleep have no idea how lucky you are! It's true that I've solved problems in my sleep or come up with new artwork, but I'd rather have my head hit the pillow and that be that.


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...and you may get a moment's rest. :hug:

This is my second of 2 days off and I seem to have miraculously recovered. Discovered a few resources again.

Except for those NAUGHTY DREAMS about "swing jackets" x( x( x( x( x( !!!!!!!!!!!!!

the full service variety: tailoring, accessories, designer/Calvin Klein shaving cream or whatever stuff like that, fingernail clippers and such, silk tie racks etc, but *especially* rack after rack of what forever seem like young genetically altered men with exotic/stunning/gloriously beautiful/boy next door features standing in tight little designer color briefs, and argyle socks that you just wanna cinch up you know, just to make sure all the wrinkles are smoothed out but all with smiling six pack abs that smile that smile where you hear a little 'ting!', along with a little twinkle of light or the sound of wind-chimes; but still wherein you're able to position yourself, perhaps in a slinky, Fabulous Baker Boy sort of dress that sparkles like diamonds round your hips as you move near the front door so as to lure men to your, ahem, area, so as to say, where you are most able, and so empowered to ask them after taking their scent up & into your nostrils,

"Parfum du jour, Monsieur"? Oui?" along with an oceanic, bedroom twinkle of your own brushing, perhaps, tiny specks of something or other from off his shoulders :thumbsup:

Cause this fundy boss chick of yours, IRL, is pissing me off and I say we start toying with her dream-scape; wait till she finds out Jesus was a Jew and maybe never did look like Kenny Rogers on a really good day

O8)

The "really vivid Bath & Body Works type" dream is a keeper too :hi:

waterfalls & hot tubs geared up with giggling water sprites and perfumed rainbow arcs. Mini-cheesecakes/special mini-cheesecakes & mini cheesecakes with gold leaf. Heavy brocade curtains hiding a secret opium den chock-full of tapestried, mirrored pillows. A pink trampoline. Gals on rollerskates laden with trays of smokes, drinks, you name it.

Dear bridgit, if ever I nominated a post, love, it'd be yours.

What say wwe gang up on my boss? You kick one shin, I'll kick the other!

:loveya: :loveya: :loveya:

We walk up to her, you begin to tell her about this new fun-DUH-'mental' right-wing christian donut shop we past on the way over; she will be naturally hypnotized at the prospect alone, like rubbing a gator's belly perhaps, but as she is become more & more lost in the beauty of your wide, life-filled, informative eyes *I* will slip secretly behind her very hush-hush, I then, going down on all fours, *that's-when-you* PUSH her over onto her ass, Muuuwahahahahaha!!! Then her junk, and maybe I do actually mean junk will be ours to sell on the human sex trade market in Amsterdam!! But this:

"Heavy brocade curtains hiding a secret opium den chock-full of tapestried, mirrored pillows. A pink trampoline." is too precious, Czarina :spray:

:spank: O8) :loveya: :loveya: :loveya: :loveya: :loveya: :loveya: :loveya: :loveya: :loveya: :hippie: :yourock:

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Mean junk!

Hahahahaha! Rubbing a gator's belly *wiping tears*!! OK look, mine grandmaster cheeseball:

We put a cream puff on a plate in the middle of the store. With an eensy folded linen-type napkin next to it. We sequester ourselves, you behind the frufru & me behind the ruffles. We leap out and give the bum a CHLOROFORM SANDWICH and throw her in a sequined potato sack. KG'll be waiting with his truck.

We cruise to the redlight district in San Fran & hook her up with a winking schmoozie. Wait, no! Market! MARKET!

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oh and, "cream puff on a plate in the middle of the store"

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It's like being given a present out of the blue for no apparent reason.

Geeze Louise but I :loveya: !!!!

:loveya: :hi:

in the history of DU... and i don't even know the fundy boss!

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For the both of you... :yourock:

We can call ourselves "Sister Sledgehammer" and go tickle "decency" where the sun don't shine. We can relax after a hard day's work with tequilla sunrises off a waterfront porch somewhere. We can put our sleeping bags near a fire & read to each other from our secret notebooks.

Thank you for that, lovvie! It's so much fun to conspire with the right people. And you're definitely one of them. :applause: :rofl: :yourock: :loveya: :pals:

that my post above was... 777 :wow:


Obviously we'll be snuggling up in Lady Luck's cinnamon-scented shawls while we sit by the fire... We'll be pulling aces and rolling sixes... our room and drinks will be paid for by a mysterious benefactor. We will just laugh and toss our hair while we eat tiramisu and paint our toenails.

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It's a good day.

You & me and bridgit can pass around the ya-ya elixhir and paint our toenails bronze and howl at whatever troubles arise to give it ample warning for a fair retreat. It's a good thing, knowing how to take good care of ourselves.

Hey, guess what? I gave my boss "the evil eye" once while she was reprimanding me on my choice of clothes for the day! It worked too. She really did STFU!

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if the troubles don't retreat that we can take care of it... we can spritz them with our Eau d'Elation Potion...

if that doesn't work then we will have no choice but the Sugar Smack on-a-tear sexy-hair i-don't-care don't-you-dare evil glare!!!


(What were you wearing, btw??? Sounds like you need to get OUTTA this place!)

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she was the very first DUer to*ever* send me a pm...I, of course, still have; love to you & yours, SallyMander, is what I say, peace on'ya too :hi:

We should all be so lucky!!! :loveya:

She does seem like a pretty kick-ass gal... as do you bridgit!!! :D


Love to you too! I just adore meeting all these fantastically fun lefties on here!!! :yourock:

In my dream, Cheney was giving a speech where I work and then the secret service came after me for touching his soap.

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but what I hate the most is I will be enjoying my dream and all of a sudden I am naked in front of everyone! I hate it, ruins it for me. I try to tell myself, clothes on, clothes on, but the best I can get is my underwear.

Even dreaming of work is better than that.