I don’t usually write about my dreams but I had a strange one recently.
It was so all-consuming that I woke up worried that I needed to find a new summer job. It’s not summer — and I have been gainfully employed in the non-camp sector for a very long time — but it took a few minutes for this to sink in.
I dreamed that for some reason, I could not get my regular camp job — I applied too late or something — the reason was unclear. (I was camp counsellor all through high school and university but I never worried about getting rehired — I worked at the same camp right up until I got my first full-time job.)
The funny part is that the camp director was a colleague with whom I am very friendly — and she was very apologetic but could do nothing to help me. Yet I was not angry. Just sad. She seemed sad too.
We were both sad…it was very strange!
It probably means I should not have a Caesar too close to bedtime.