Does Anyone Interpret Dreams?

As an adult, I’ve had a few recurring dreams.  Which means they mean something, right?

Like the one where I had to take finals for classes I had somehow missed.  For the whole semester.  And not only missed, but I couldn’t find my locker, remember the combination, remember my schedule or find any of my books.

I had the dream over and over and over.

Do you know when it stopped?  After I had my kids standardized tests for home schooling.  They did great – and apparently it allayed the fear I had that was causing the recurring dreams.

Well, there are two others I have on a regular basis.  One is that I am trying to spit plaster out of my mouth and I cannot get it out.  You know the plaster they use to take molds of your teeth?  That kind.  Only I cannot. rid. my. mouth. of it.  (Picture a never ending play-doh factory.  Gross.)

The other is that I’m trying to run away.  From who, I’m not always sure – but it’s obviously someone I fear.  However, I cannot gain any ground nor can I gain any speed.

And YES – it’s a dream.  Athletic, I am not. I don’t run unless its errands.  I’m not sure I could get very far very fast in real life, but this is more about fear.

Wait.  Do I really want to know what these dreams mean?

Good news!  Excellent news, really.  The kids both got into the private Christian school!  We were told on Friday they both had been accepted.

I know.

We are ecstatic.

I am now on the countdown to what I am affectionately referring to the “Year of the Bon-Bon.”

Spin is not amused.

I figure I’ll justify the bon-bons and soap operas by cleaning a toilet every once in a while and vacuuming. Maybe I’ll get me a timer and attempt to get through the laundry from beginning to end.

Spin is prepared to continue to pay someone to clean the house, though.  (Should I be offended or milk it?)

All this to say (and silly you thought I was on a tangent) that I had the first of what I suspect might be another recurring dream.  It just had that feel.

With only one difference.

I know exactly what fear is at the root.

So here’s the dream:

Spin is taking me out.  To a club.  There’s a $32 cover charge per person which not only gets you in to the place – but provides you with an “escort”.

An attractive “escort”.

Once inside Spin ditches me and my “escort” turns into a career coach.

An attractive career coach.

But still.  A career coach.

Whose single purposed is to find me a job.

Where I have to work.

That would be the part of the dream that actually turns into a nightmare.

Scary, right?

I mean clearly, I have a fear of never actually realizing my send-the-kids-to-school-stay-at-home-mom dream.

Clearly.

Anyone, though, with the meaning of the plaster in my mouth and legs of lead….

I can pay you in bon-bons.