My dreams are becoming more and more impressive as I get further and further away from my youth, and it’s an interesting process.
For about six months in to the round-Oz. tour that marked our third and final retirement my nightly dream (nightmare) was of guilt and panic. I was failing at work, couldn’t finish jobs my father had set me, was worried and panicked when I woke, and always slipped straight back into the same scene immediately after my “comfort break”.
That wasn’t fun, until I was able to convince my inner-self that these were all symptoms of some sense of guilt over my journey from work to holiday lifestyle.
Well, we’re settled now and our only real responsibilities are being friendly to our neighbors, and fulfilling our grandparental duties.
No nightmares now, but plenty of busy adventure dreams. I scale mountains, manage big companies, investigate crimes, enter great lotteries, and generally show great skill in areas where I’ve never had any interest or ability! Interestingly, I never dream about my real working days, former sports, past or present hobbies.
There is, however inevitable anti-climax in all this dream pattern . . . . . My nightly adventure reaches the absolute instant prior to me becoming a hero, and then I wake, and another crisis is avoided.
Isn’t nature wonderful?
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