All in the mind
Friday, February 15th, 2008 11:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caddymanIt’s pretty much faded from memory now, but last night I had one of those dreams that seems less like a dream and more like a memory when you wake up – if you know what I mean.
I hate them. Or more particularly I hate this particular sort: I can just about remember now that it was something to do with me having turned down a job offer that someone had clearly expected me to accept and they were giving me a hard time about it.
I can just about recall a woman pointing at a note of an interview that in the dream I had no recollection of and she was saying “you were the only person to make this point and it’s happened” by way of proof that I should have taken the job and sorted them out. The fact that I did not recall the interview did not make any difference.
It was really odd; I recall going through dozens of papers trying to find out what this job was that I had interviewed for, been offered and rejected. That was really frustrating and when I woke up I had the residual guilt feeling hanging around for a good half hour afterwards.
My subconscious mind can be an absolute bastard sometimes.
In cheerier news, I have just kicked my weight-loss campaign on the knee and scoffed a Cadbury’s Crème Egg. Hurrah!
Back on the fruit for lunch, though.
I hate them. Or more particularly I hate this particular sort: I can just about remember now that it was something to do with me having turned down a job offer that someone had clearly expected me to accept and they were giving me a hard time about it.
I can just about recall a woman pointing at a note of an interview that in the dream I had no recollection of and she was saying “you were the only person to make this point and it’s happened” by way of proof that I should have taken the job and sorted them out. The fact that I did not recall the interview did not make any difference.
It was really odd; I recall going through dozens of papers trying to find out what this job was that I had interviewed for, been offered and rejected. That was really frustrating and when I woke up I had the residual guilt feeling hanging around for a good half hour afterwards.
My subconscious mind can be an absolute bastard sometimes.
In cheerier news, I have just kicked my weight-loss campaign on the knee and scoffed a Cadbury’s Crème Egg. Hurrah!
Back on the fruit for lunch, though.