Well, another in the series of bizarre dreams .....
I found myself taking a job in a high-end department store. A female friend, known to me in the dream but not in real life had helped me get the job. I was working with her in the women's apparel section. The idea was present that it was only a temporary job while I took a few days away from my regular job.
Me working in women's clothing? .... Now that's stretch and a weird, wild scenario.
I somehow fast forwarded to day two on the job where an old supervisor in real life joined us and feeling crowded out and in need of job training, I ended up wandering about the store and eventually helping a special needs boy who was looking for a particular brand of baseball cap.
At some point my sister, brother-in-law and nephew walked in the door ..... (my nephew passed away 20 years ago) ..... he began to serenade me for all to hear.
The dream transitioned to me outside, still working this ritzy job, but driving a lift truck in the rain, something I'm incredibly familiar with and then back into the store, raindrops falling off my clothing leaving visible wet spots on the reddish carpeting in the place.
And that's where I woke up ...... not having to exhale for once when realizing it was just a dream, so apparently not too bad of a experience. Certainly not a nightmare, but the question remains ..... Where do these visions with random abstract plots come from?
The title that I've chosen for this journal entree is a line of lyric from the Jackson Browne song, 'Late For The Sky.'
You know, I'd really love to have that basketball hero dream again. The one where I make the last second shot to win the game. Or even the several alternate versions where I struggle to make any shots.
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