Dream a Little Dream

Lately, I have been dreaming a lot about my old job. Just about every night or so, here they come again, all those people I used to work with. I even see dead people, people I worked with, who have now passed on. The disturbing thing about the dreams is that not one of those ungrateful wretches likes me. Especially, my various bosses.

There are even people in my dreams who never even worked in my office. They were in the home office, in St. Louis. They don't like me, either. What did I ever do to them?

And, it's not enough that I dream about them at night. I even dream about them in my afternoon nap. Today, one of them accused me of stealing her shawl, the bitch. A couple of them are even afraid of me.

Anybody out there do dream analysis?

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I have been known to have dreams that came true. Weird, huh? My grandmother and I once had the same dream, and it came true. We only found out later that we had simultaneous dreams. And they weren't happy ones.

Grandma used to say she was psychic. Although she came to the U.S. from England, her family originated in Ireland, I think. Maybe she was related to Bridey Murphy. She also claimed that I had inherited the trait. Not if I can help it.

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I have lots of recurring dreams, most notably the one where I can't find my car. I go right to where I think I've parked it, and it's not there. This doesn't happen in any Wal-Mart parking lot, mind you. It's on a residential street, and there's an empty space by the curb where I know I parked it.

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Then, there's the dream in which I'm trying to call someone, and I dial and dial and dial, and never connect. I keep hanging up and starting over, but all I can do is dial.

Hello, out there, hello.

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A friend of mine was doing a doctoral thesis on dream analysis one time, and asked me if I ever had recurring dreams. Did I ever! At the time, I happened to be dreaming a couple of times a week that there was a lion in our driveway at home. And, my aunt was coming to visit, and my mother was next door. I hollered at her to come home the front way, because of the lion.

Then, my aunt drove in, and jumped out of the car and threw a big chunk of meat to the lion and she ran into the house. Whew! Was I tired when I woke up.

And, do you know what my idiot friend told me was the meaning of the dream? Well, I'll tell you. He said the lion symbolized my mother. Sheesh! Didn't I just tell him that my mother was next door?

And, he thought he was going to be a psychologist! m-hmm.

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And, then, there was the one where I was standing at the top of the stairs in front of Robinson Auditorium in Little Rock, and daddy was at the bottom of the stairs. I started down them, and they just kept stretching out before me, and I could not get to the bottom. He had recently died.

So, I guess I can analyze that one for myself.

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So, what do you think? Am I crazy or what? Then, why doesn't anybody like me, and I can't get them on the phone and, Dude! Where's my car ?