dream distress
I ended up waking up at about 3:45am from an extremely distressing work dream. thank god I didn't have to go to work today, or else it would have been really depressing (I hate dreaming about work, and then having to go. it's like my brain has cheated me out of a break from it).
I should have turned on my computer then to write about it, since all I remember about it now is just that it felt like I had an overload of information, and I couldn't categorize any of it. tons of people writing me things, and I couldn't separate out the important things from the riff raff. couldn't tell what someone had written most recently, nor whether it was something that we had written or something that a customer had.
blah. it was almost as bad as that time I didn't eat anything all day and then drank a mocha and took nyquil. it was that sort of dream distress. but not as quick (lots of information, but not lightening quick cuts between them), didn't have as much sensory overload, and I was able to get back to bed after a little while.
then I still dreamed that I was at work, but in a surreal sort of way. I had a customer come talk to me (never happens, I work through an online customer interaction system, and rarely, I talk to them on the phone), I worked in the mailroom temporarily (lots of letters!), and I talked to two of my coworkers who had apparently gone camping for the weekend in the congo. (yes, weekend).
the dream morphed into something else... my own camping trip, perhaps. and then into something like a medieval video game. but I don't really remember that part.
and I could be sleeping in right now. but for some reason, I'm not.
I should have turned on my computer then to write about it, since all I remember about it now is just that it felt like I had an overload of information, and I couldn't categorize any of it. tons of people writing me things, and I couldn't separate out the important things from the riff raff. couldn't tell what someone had written most recently, nor whether it was something that we had written or something that a customer had.
blah. it was almost as bad as that time I didn't eat anything all day and then drank a mocha and took nyquil. it was that sort of dream distress. but not as quick (lots of information, but not lightening quick cuts between them), didn't have as much sensory overload, and I was able to get back to bed after a little while.
then I still dreamed that I was at work, but in a surreal sort of way. I had a customer come talk to me (never happens, I work through an online customer interaction system, and rarely, I talk to them on the phone), I worked in the mailroom temporarily (lots of letters!), and I talked to two of my coworkers who had apparently gone camping for the weekend in the congo. (yes, weekend).
the dream morphed into something else... my own camping trip, perhaps. and then into something like a medieval video game. but I don't really remember that part.
and I could be sleeping in right now. but for some reason, I'm not.