Freaky . . .
After several days in a row with bad weather and migraine complications dumping on each other, I was desperate for some sleep yesterday as my wife left for work.
I actually went to sleep rather quickly - but it didn't last long. About 2 hours later, I was sitting up from a dream that was so bizzarre, and uncannilly realistic, that I couldn't get it out of my head. I spent the rest of the day playing video games to distract myself, yet even when my wife got back home, I still felt as if I'd just awakened from the dream.
It started off as simply as it was ominous. My wife had lost her job because the state had made huge cuts to it's total budget for higher education. Because she's tenured, her contract required a year's severance pay, and she had a year to continue her work while polishing her resume' and looking for a new job. Still, without a guaranteed income, we were faced with loosing our house. Then, out of the blue, I got a phone call from a childhood classmate. The little 1-traffic-light town I grew up in (founded by a war veteran just after the US Civil War) had lost touch with it's roots, and I was the only honorably discharged veteran of my age group. In fact, there was only one other veteran my age, total. Such is the fact of life in a small town. So, they needed me to "come home".
I told the caller that I'd consider the idea, but I had 2 conditions. First: I wanted a full-time job as a cop on the city police force, with appropriate benefits. The second was that there had to be a full-time job for my wife in the city annex of the county library (since the county seat is 24 miles away). It only took them 20 minutes to agree to both conditions. That was the end of the dream. I still didn't get any more sleep until after 1:30 AM this morning.
Then things got even more surreal. When my wife got home, she was fit to be tied. Just before she left work, the university president sent out an email to all university employees stating that, because of revenue shortfalls, the state was facing a $1.5 - 2 Billion financial crisis, and as a state regent's college they had to be prepared to make some painful cutbacks.
I actually went to sleep rather quickly - but it didn't last long. About 2 hours later, I was sitting up from a dream that was so bizzarre, and uncannilly realistic, that I couldn't get it out of my head. I spent the rest of the day playing video games to distract myself, yet even when my wife got back home, I still felt as if I'd just awakened from the dream.
It started off as simply as it was ominous. My wife had lost her job because the state had made huge cuts to it's total budget for higher education. Because she's tenured, her contract required a year's severance pay, and she had a year to continue her work while polishing her resume' and looking for a new job. Still, without a guaranteed income, we were faced with loosing our house. Then, out of the blue, I got a phone call from a childhood classmate. The little 1-traffic-light town I grew up in (founded by a war veteran just after the US Civil War) had lost touch with it's roots, and I was the only honorably discharged veteran of my age group. In fact, there was only one other veteran my age, total. Such is the fact of life in a small town. So, they needed me to "come home".
I told the caller that I'd consider the idea, but I had 2 conditions. First: I wanted a full-time job as a cop on the city police force, with appropriate benefits. The second was that there had to be a full-time job for my wife in the city annex of the county library (since the county seat is 24 miles away). It only took them 20 minutes to agree to both conditions. That was the end of the dream. I still didn't get any more sleep until after 1:30 AM this morning.
Then things got even more surreal. When my wife got home, she was fit to be tied. Just before she left work, the university president sent out an email to all university employees stating that, because of revenue shortfalls, the state was facing a $1.5 - 2 Billion financial crisis, and as a state regent's college they had to be prepared to make some painful cutbacks.