Dreams

I Usually fall asleep the same way, almost every night.  I started this bizarre ritual when I was very young and it just stuck with me, probably because it worked.  Why mess up a good thing right?  I try to start my dreams and it goes a little something like this….Once upon a time there was a guy named Doug and he loves to play monopoly…it then goes in all kinds of directions but the basic concept is the same.   I call it a gift.  Dreams are truly amazing.  I have been on adventures running away with my family in the heart of Iraq.  I have fallen from extremely high places with no bodily injury.  I have walked an endless plateau with a ball behind me not knowing when it will end (this was one of the worst recurring dreams). 

Last night I had an interesting dream.  As many of you know I lost my job last week.  I have been studying hard for the GMAT and enjoying the extra time.  It’s amazing how much you can get done and stay stress free when you add over 9 hours of productive time to your day.  This doesn’t even include the time I was spending commuting to work.  So, last night I had a dream that I was at work but things were slightly different. There was the normal hustle and bustle of the workplace; the phones were ringing and meetings were taking place.  I guess really the only difference was ME.  Traditionally I wore a nice pair of slacks with a collared shirt and a sweater if it was cold outside.  I combed my hair, which is a challenge all in itself all in an attempt to appear professional.  It was important to me.  I was trying to gain the respect of my coworkers.  Well, this day was different.  In the dream I was wearing baggy pants, a very comfortable white undershirt and a hat.  The hat was oversized with a straight brim.  Let me tell you, It was gangster and completely inappropriate for work!  The other thing that made me realize I was dreaming was when my boss and CEO walked into my office and offered me some Oreo cookies.  For one, my boss would never in a million years just saunter into my office to offer me a cookie and secondly, I don’t even like cookies yet I still took one.

The dream didn’t really go anywhere…it was just a reminder that I don’t have a job.  

One of the main reasons I was interested in starting a blog was to create a place where i could right down my dreams.  Like i mentioned, i have had some pretty vivid dreams over the years but don't have any recollection of the details.  Dreams are stories and it's a waste for them to just disappear.