It was a little too warm
It was a little too light out
The celing fan's light fixture was insistant for attention
With the bulbs adjusted and the glass tweaked...
There was a patterned hum as the blades rotated
It was a little too uncomfortable
It was a little too wrong
The tossing and turning refused to take the night off
My insomnia has returned, in full force.
I woke up this morning far earlier than I wanted to and on the verge of tears. Just before waking up I was dreaming of an old job and re-experiencing the frustrations of working there. The nice people were all still there but the manager had been replaced with the former district manager who was worse, ten fold.
In the dream...
I was packing small bags with my things - the equivalent of cleaning out my desk. It was understood that I was quitting. The layout of the store was different but most everything else was the same. There was a snitch that made career points at everyone else's expense. The top management was rude and abrasive. In the midst of me doing my job and her in the middle of another task, she dropped everything came over to me. She ripped my name badge from my neck and demanded to know where I had gotten it. She made clear that if I wanted to quit, she didn't need me in her store for another minute longer. I snatched the name badge away from her and retreated to the break room. She continued to make comments as she walked to the back of the store to go to her office. It was too much for me to take and I screamed at her as she walked away, "if you didn't exist, this would be the greatest job on earth. I don't understand why you are even here." At which point I broke into tears in the break room and was consoled by another worker.
I couldn't fall back asleep after that. I was too upset and too disturbed by my childish reaction in the dream.
Yet another good night's sleep has managed to escape.
Posted by Princess Cat at September 6, 2005 09:13 AM @ 09:13 AM in All Things Evil // Permalink | TrackBackI wish I could interpret dreams -- this one sounds important.
Then again, it could just be random thoughts of a pepperoni- and beer-addled mind... ;)
Posted by: Ogre at September 6, 2005 09:56 AM