When people have dreams they are usually flying or having sex or being fabulous. Or all three at once. When I woke from my dream yesterday I was particularly relaxed and satisfied…so much so that it stayed with me here 36 hours later, stayed strongly enough to be written about.
What was my satisfying dream? I never eat in dreams–a peculiarity. The other thing I don’t do in dreams is read. I am often in the presence of food and written down things but I never partake and my mind can’t interpret the writing. My subconscious is illiterate, which is odd. Perhaps because I am hyperliterate in my wakeful state. So anyway, what WAS I doing that was so goshdarned fulfilling?
I was an administrative assistant at Brigham Young University and I was fixing a bureaucratic problem with some t-shirts. Somehow something with them was in error. There was incorrect or inappropriate writing on them–since I don’t read in my dreams I don’t know which it was. But my job was to come in and solve this unsolvable problem that had all the staff and students in an uproar. I was making phone calls to manufacturers, assuaging disgruntled customers. I dreamed a workday in my previous life as an Admin.
I still have no idea WHY this all took place at BYU, though.