Dreams

I’ve been remembering my dreams a lot lately. Sometimes I will go weeks without remembering a single dream. I’m assuming I still have them during these times, but I don’t remember having them. And then I’ll have a bunch I remember right in a row. I wonder why that is…

Two of my recent dreams were work related. Usually my work related dreams involve me being lost somewhere on campus and unable to get back to my class in time. I spend most of the dream in a frantic state, just trying to find my way back to my students.

These past two dreams were similar, in that a spectacular event was keeping me from work, but they were different in that I was far away, not on campus, while unable to get to my students. In both dreams I realized I should just call in sick so someone else could manage my classes. Once I remembered that I felt a lot better.

It’s interesting because right now I feel like calling in sick is just not possible. We don’t have enough subs normally and with the omicron wave it’s that much worse. But I do think things have quieted down in the last week. I guess if I really needed to I could call in sick. Perhaps my subconscious wanted to remind me of that.

One of the other dreams was even more obvious. I was in a big beautiful house by the water. At first I thought it was a big lake, but later I was sure it was the ocean. Everything was great, and I was marveling at the size and splendor of the house, when suddenly there was water everywhere. The water level rose to the second floor windows and was sloshing into the rooms. I started panicking, trying to figure out what was happening and where my kids were. I don’t remember much else, except that everyone around me was very calm, and kept trying to assure me that it was fine that the water level had risen to second story windows, that it happened all the time. I kept thinking, this is insane, this beautiful house is going to be lost under the water and no one thinks it’s a problem. Why can’t they see that we’re all drowning!

And then I woke up.

Don’t need to pull out a dream interpretation book for that one.

This week is a weird one. My kids didn’t have school yesterday (non-instructional day) or today (Lunar New Year), but my husband and I both had work. So we had to cobble together coverage during the school day, but still had afternoon activities with the kids. My daughter just started boxing with a friend so we’re figuring out how to get her to that 1-2 times a week. And the dojo reopened after a month-long Covid closure (no outbreaks there, they just wanted to be safe) so my son and I are back there a few times a week. I had a staff meeting today and a professional development meeting tomorrow. It’s a lot and I don’t like being this busy.

School is stressful for the next two weeks as it’s essentially the end of our second trimester. It really ends March 4th, but there is an outdoor education week, and a week off in the second half of February so assessments need to happen next week. I keep telling myself that if I can get through the next two weeks, I’ll get a little break.

Except I know those last two weeks of February won’t feel like the break I need them to be.

I wanted to write more but my cat came over and yowled at me until I surrendered my lap and I’ve been typing this one my phone for several paragraphs. I can’t keep this up so I’ll just publish now.

Do you ever remember your dreams?