Looking for a way
Last night before a quite nice dinner party, I had some good conversations and one mess that's been being awful for many people is on the way to being cleared out. The dinner party was nice though sadly near the end of it, my cough decided to hit and hit hard. In the end, I headed to bed rather early but still woke up at about 4 am coughing, this is becoming a not fun cycle for me. I know I have asthma and whatever cold or flu I had earlier in the summer has just got it bad again. Some of it is probably asthma combining with allergies and I need to go get it checked out. I think I'm reaching a point where I can actually do that now that my stuff is where it needs to be.
One thing that made this morning not quite as fun was that in the midst of coughing, I had a copule of dreams about getting lost. Now when I remember dreams, I try to make them into one narrative though I know they're not. As I write it out and if you've read my other dream posts, I do try and separate them but dreams are strange and fascinating.
Now the first part of the dream was at a party in a rather fancy house, for some reason, I made the connection to the show Dallas. The house was large and rambling and I knew one of the young men in the family and there was lots of going about and trying to do things. At one point in the dream, I had to go through the kitchen which you could only enter and exit by climbing on ladders set into interior windows. As I tried to go through them, I kept apologizing to the people working in the kitchen who were trying to direct me how to do it but it scared me. I don't like heights and ladders and stepladders make me nervous. The dream changed before I actually got through the kitchen.
Next part of the dream I was in I think New Zealand, but I don't know the city. I think the young man from earlier was with me and I was getting ready to leave. I had a huge backpack, not a hiking one just a large school one and a bulging folder of papers that had all my travel stuff. We had been doing something and then I looked at my watch and realized that my flight was leaving very soon. My watch said 1:05, that was clear but I couldn't find the right paper with my flight information. The guy was being so nice and kept reminding me that I'd caught flights with not much leeway before, I did on my way back from Rhode Island. In the dream, that wasn't helping that much because I was in the panic of I know where I need to be, how can I get there. Then I started towards a light rail or something that would get me there, a Brazilian team was also nearby and trying to catch their plane as well. I woke up before getting to the airport but it left me feeling nervous and a little out of sorts.
When I was little, I had a real problem with sleeping in and being late. I got called into the office for it, that's why it tends to turn up in anxiety dreams of mine, because I have to work on it. I still do, if I have to be up really early, I set my alarm earlier than I need to get up to allow lots of time. Then I still wake up even earlier for fear of missing my alarm. Though I'm fairly sure I know what anxieties these dreams are tapping into, I was told this week that I'd find out about the most recent job.
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One thing that made this morning not quite as fun was that in the midst of coughing, I had a copule of dreams about getting lost. Now when I remember dreams, I try to make them into one narrative though I know they're not. As I write it out and if you've read my other dream posts, I do try and separate them but dreams are strange and fascinating.
Now the first part of the dream was at a party in a rather fancy house, for some reason, I made the connection to the show Dallas. The house was large and rambling and I knew one of the young men in the family and there was lots of going about and trying to do things. At one point in the dream, I had to go through the kitchen which you could only enter and exit by climbing on ladders set into interior windows. As I tried to go through them, I kept apologizing to the people working in the kitchen who were trying to direct me how to do it but it scared me. I don't like heights and ladders and stepladders make me nervous. The dream changed before I actually got through the kitchen.
Next part of the dream I was in I think New Zealand, but I don't know the city. I think the young man from earlier was with me and I was getting ready to leave. I had a huge backpack, not a hiking one just a large school one and a bulging folder of papers that had all my travel stuff. We had been doing something and then I looked at my watch and realized that my flight was leaving very soon. My watch said 1:05, that was clear but I couldn't find the right paper with my flight information. The guy was being so nice and kept reminding me that I'd caught flights with not much leeway before, I did on my way back from Rhode Island. In the dream, that wasn't helping that much because I was in the panic of I know where I need to be, how can I get there. Then I started towards a light rail or something that would get me there, a Brazilian team was also nearby and trying to catch their plane as well. I woke up before getting to the airport but it left me feeling nervous and a little out of sorts.
When I was little, I had a real problem with sleeping in and being late. I got called into the office for it, that's why it tends to turn up in anxiety dreams of mine, because I have to work on it. I still do, if I have to be up really early, I set my alarm earlier than I need to get up to allow lots of time. Then I still wake up even earlier for fear of missing my alarm. Though I'm fairly sure I know what anxieties these dreams are tapping into, I was told this week that I'd find out about the most recent job.
This entry is also posted at http://ceitfianna.dreamwidth.org/349496.html. Please comment wherever you'd like.