Day 10 of #DecemberReflections: Reflection.
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Dreaming

I usually never remember my dreams. I mean, maybe when I first wake up I'll remember a little bit, and throughout the day I might recall a moment or a feeling about it, but no major details about the dream itself. Also, if it's the middle of the night, I will usually just fall back to sleep, so by the time I get up in the morning, any details of the dream are long gone. I know you're supposed to keep a notebook by your bed, and write down your dream immediately upon waking, but if I did that at 2 AM, I'd never get back to sleep! And I would be very cranky the next day. Trust me when I say, no one wants that!

Anyway, strangely enough, I had a rather vivid dream last night that I actually remember quite a bit of today! For whatever reason, I had applied for a research-type position at a business that was associated with the courts, but wasn't exactly the courts. And, it was in Bakersfield. Don't ask me why. I've heard very negative things about Bakersfield, and even hear people refer to it as "The Armpit of California" Apparently it gets very hot and gross there, but it's gets pretty hot here, too, and people don't insul ... well, let me take that back, as I have heard people insult Atascadero (Atrashcadero, for one), but what are you gonna do with a town who's name literally translates to "mud hole"?

Anyway, Bakersfield is seriously one of the last places in the state I would want to go to, so why I dreamed about moving there is beyond me. In my dream, however, Bakersfield was a beautiful smallish town with a tree-lined downtown similar to SLO, and I was looking forward to living there very much. I was interviewing in a gorgeous, all-glass building surrounded by trees, and filled with streamlined, mid-century modern furnishings and art. The boss was a 35-year-old, long-haired, bearded, Levi's-wearing, peace-and-love hippie, and I was SO THRILLED to be working in just a laid-back, comfortable environment. Sounds kinda crazy, but it felt (in the dream) really good!

Yes, I got the job. It was wonderful, and I lived happily ever after.

What it all means, I don't know, but I was pretty excited to have remembered so much of my dream!

Do you remember any dreams? What kind of weird things do you dream about? Let me know in the comments! Sleep tight! Cheers!

 

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