Actually, it wasnt all that strange., but the fact that I can actually remember any of it several hours after I woke is a little unusual.
The dream:
I was sitting in a Starbucks in a new town. Perhaps I was having a conversation with someone, or perhaps I had just finished the conversation. And then, I turned around and asked the barista behind the counter for a job application.
It doesn't take a professional headshrinker to guess that I'm processing some anxiety about my upcoming graduation. I started the path to my MBA in the expectation that it would help me get back onto the career track I was jerked off of back in 2002. But expectations are one thing. Finally, the time is coming where I find out whether that was a good decision or not, and I'm scared.
Small wonder I'm dreaming about running back to the security of Starbucks, even if in the light of day, it's obvious that doing so would be a massive waste of my tuition. You don't need an MBA to pull shots and wash out the steamed milk pitchers.
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Very few dreams are not strange, since they come from our subconsciousness. We usually dream about things we think about during the day. Some pretend to be specialists in seeing the meaning of the dreams, but he who has the dream is the best interpreter of his own dream.
Posted by chicago news | November 14, 2006 12:34 PM