I don’t often remember my dreams, even though I know I dream often, so when I do remember them, I tend to really take notice of them. I’ve always tend to have dreams with recurring themes, one of the most common of which is being in runaway vehicles. From what I’ve read, vehicles tend to signify power, and runaway vehicles signify powerlessness. That symbology has certainly rung true for me in these dreams and represented what I was felling quite well.
The other night, I dreamed that I was with my sister, who is an accountant at a hospital. She was at the hospital applying for a cleaning job to supplement her income. While I was waiting for her, there was a family with four kids sitting around me, and they were passing burritoes back and forth between them and across me, spilling burrito innards on me with each pass. This understandable annoyed me, so I went outside to get the car while I was waiting. Outside was the CEO of the hospital waiting by the car, which was a big black luxury car. He was quite concerned that I was not delayed or put out in any way. I got in the car and was driving around the circle in and out of the hospital entry while waiting for my sister to finish.
I thought a good bit about this dream before coming up with an interpretation. Money has, indeed, been tight for us and it is something that has worried me a good deal. I’m the kind of person who just cannot see solutions sometimes until suddenly they came upon me in a flash. A couple of days before this, I sat down with all of my bills, going through them and decideing what to do when one of these flashes hit me and I know how I was going to work through everything. This dream, I think, was a confirmation of my feelings that this will all work out. For once, I was not in an out of control car, but rather in full control of quite a nice vehicle (we drive a little compact in real life). It’s a turning point for me, I think, in really starting to feel in control of my destiny. That doesn’t mean that life won’t throw me surprises, of course. Just that for once in my life, I actually feel up to dealing with those circumstances.
Last night I dreamed that the host home parents for our teen shelter at work were summarily fired and Mark and I were going to get their jobs *laughs*. We’ve talked alot about that lately and have decided that it really is something we’d like to do when the opportunity arises. Both of us come from abusive backgrounds, and we have worked really hard over the years to deal with the emotional and psychological damage we suffered. We believe we truly have something special to offer these kids that someone without that background can never offer. We know, instinctively, where they are coming from and what they’re feeling. It helps that I’m pretty intuitive, and Mark, of course, is a full blown empath. In some ways it makes the work harder emotionally for us, but so much more satisfying in the end when we can really reach out and touch these kids.
Speaking of which, I’ll be doing respite at the home this weekend, so probably won’t be on-line. I’ve got some things I want to post, though, so if I get access and have time, I might update. Who knows?