Cyre2067
The Living Force
Hey All, had a pretty interesting dream last night/this morning which I thought I'd bring here to see if anyone has additional thoughts on it. Brief backstory - I've been asking myself for suggestions when I goto bed at night. Sort of like trying to ask my subconscious to use the time wisely while I sleep, anyway the last few nights I've been getting varying impressions.
Last week I had a dream in which I was told I had a brain tumor. From that I garnered I was still keeping in a lot of anger that I didn't express after my best friend/roommate moved out and our friendship basically died. I took an afternoon to write out everything he had did that pissed me off, then burned it. I also took the opportunity to jot down some choice words for other folks in my life who had stirred my anger and not seen it because I repressed it. I let it all out, really felt it and sat with it while I smoked a cig on my roof. Felt much better afterward.
Then Friday my other roommate, Ill call him D, was upset over this Airbnb venture and some of the guests having been rude to him in various contexts. Of course, he didn't really do much to deal with it in the situation and put on a happy face so that it wouldn't reflect poorly on me. He then sent me an angry email, to which I replied in a curt, relatively cutting manner, and that morning I had dreamt of handling an iguana, simple image, very vivid. From that I gathered I was being a little too 'cold hearted' and when I came home that afternoon I let D vent it all out. Afterward he felt much better and even apologized for some of the things he had said during his vent.
Last night/this morning I had an odd dream I still haven't quite put together, though i do have a sneaking suspicion about it's relevance. In this dream I was going to work, and there was an elevator bank with 3 elevators. The first one I got on only took me to the 2nd floor, I knew it wasn't where I was supposed to go, so I went back down, got off and got onto the second. I hit the button for the floor I needed, which was pretty high up though I don't recall the specific number and off we went. It stopped a few times to let people off, but then, before getting to my floor, it exited the building and started traveling down streets through a city. It reminded me of Washington DC for some reason, and as we coasted the walls started to fade-out until it was just a platform and I rolled a cigarette. It stopped in the middle of the street and I remember feeling confused about where to go.
I think this has to do with my feelings toward my job. I've been having thoughts of quitting, just doing the Airbnb for income, and using my time to really focus on my writing. It's been tough to find the time lately, since the Airbnbing started, my grandmother passed last month, and I had the drama of excising my ex-Best friend from my apartment. Part of me thinks it would be a great use of my time, another part is skeptical. I have a decent job in which I don't have to exert myself too much, get paid a moderate salary and have excellent benefits. The plus side to quitting is that there's 30k in a retirement fund which I'll have access to only once I've quit, ergo until I leave their employ I can't touch it. The feds will also take 20% off the top and expect another 10% when tax-time rolls around.
Given the state of things globally I can't imagine the house of cards maintaining itself for much longer, a few months, maybe a year at most? If that's so then jumping into writing would be the most prudent use of my time. I could also use the lack of a full-time job to acquire medic training which is something I've wanted to do and would be increasingly useful in a collapse scenario.
Anyway I wasn't expecting to write this big post, but lastly I do have some faith in my stories and my abilities to make it without the safety-net of the full time job. I want to aim to quit asap, but think that it would be prudent to at least wait until the end of the summer which gives me more time to get my novel finished and perhaps published, and/or to publish a short story or two. Perhaps others can see something in the dream that I'm missing or offer an alternative read. I also think my current course is the best one, given the circumstance, but a part of me just wants to bail on the job and get to work on things that matter. That feels like a difficult and somewhat scary choice however.
Feedback welcome, apologies for length.
Last week I had a dream in which I was told I had a brain tumor. From that I garnered I was still keeping in a lot of anger that I didn't express after my best friend/roommate moved out and our friendship basically died. I took an afternoon to write out everything he had did that pissed me off, then burned it. I also took the opportunity to jot down some choice words for other folks in my life who had stirred my anger and not seen it because I repressed it. I let it all out, really felt it and sat with it while I smoked a cig on my roof. Felt much better afterward.
Then Friday my other roommate, Ill call him D, was upset over this Airbnb venture and some of the guests having been rude to him in various contexts. Of course, he didn't really do much to deal with it in the situation and put on a happy face so that it wouldn't reflect poorly on me. He then sent me an angry email, to which I replied in a curt, relatively cutting manner, and that morning I had dreamt of handling an iguana, simple image, very vivid. From that I gathered I was being a little too 'cold hearted' and when I came home that afternoon I let D vent it all out. Afterward he felt much better and even apologized for some of the things he had said during his vent.
Last night/this morning I had an odd dream I still haven't quite put together, though i do have a sneaking suspicion about it's relevance. In this dream I was going to work, and there was an elevator bank with 3 elevators. The first one I got on only took me to the 2nd floor, I knew it wasn't where I was supposed to go, so I went back down, got off and got onto the second. I hit the button for the floor I needed, which was pretty high up though I don't recall the specific number and off we went. It stopped a few times to let people off, but then, before getting to my floor, it exited the building and started traveling down streets through a city. It reminded me of Washington DC for some reason, and as we coasted the walls started to fade-out until it was just a platform and I rolled a cigarette. It stopped in the middle of the street and I remember feeling confused about where to go.
I think this has to do with my feelings toward my job. I've been having thoughts of quitting, just doing the Airbnb for income, and using my time to really focus on my writing. It's been tough to find the time lately, since the Airbnbing started, my grandmother passed last month, and I had the drama of excising my ex-Best friend from my apartment. Part of me thinks it would be a great use of my time, another part is skeptical. I have a decent job in which I don't have to exert myself too much, get paid a moderate salary and have excellent benefits. The plus side to quitting is that there's 30k in a retirement fund which I'll have access to only once I've quit, ergo until I leave their employ I can't touch it. The feds will also take 20% off the top and expect another 10% when tax-time rolls around.
Given the state of things globally I can't imagine the house of cards maintaining itself for much longer, a few months, maybe a year at most? If that's so then jumping into writing would be the most prudent use of my time. I could also use the lack of a full-time job to acquire medic training which is something I've wanted to do and would be increasingly useful in a collapse scenario.
Anyway I wasn't expecting to write this big post, but lastly I do have some faith in my stories and my abilities to make it without the safety-net of the full time job. I want to aim to quit asap, but think that it would be prudent to at least wait until the end of the summer which gives me more time to get my novel finished and perhaps published, and/or to publish a short story or two. Perhaps others can see something in the dream that I'm missing or offer an alternative read. I also think my current course is the best one, given the circumstance, but a part of me just wants to bail on the job and get to work on things that matter. That feels like a difficult and somewhat scary choice however.
Feedback welcome, apologies for length.