This is quite long and I know some people find other people’s dreams boring, so I put them in a separate post. You can skip it if you want. I’ll try to post my usual update later.
I had two dreams last night. In the first dream, I had been part of some kind of big armed robbery (!) before the dream started, masterminded by a boss from a former real world job (I won’t say which one, just in case). I had had a minor role as some kind of look out or something similar. The mastermind was trying to get us together to do an even bigger robbery, one in which it was more likely someone would get killed. I didn’t want to do this, nor did several of the other people who were involved in the first one, but the mastermind was blackmailing us, saying if we didn’t cooperate, she would tell the police about our involvement in the first robbery. I decided I couldn’t cope with the guilt and was going to tell my parents and my rabbi mentor what I had done, even if I ended up going to jail. I was less worried about jail and more feeling guilty that I had let my parents and rabbi mentor down by doing such a bad thing.
I woke up feeling upset and guilty. It took me a moment to realise it was a dream and I hadn’t really done such a bad thing against my values. This was probably triggered by revisiting the job where I had that boss for my novel, where I felt I had been incompetent at times (incompetent, not criminal!) but I don’t know why I exaggerated it to that extent. I suppose it shows how awkward I’ve found the workplace over the last couple of years (when I’ve actually had a job to go to).
In the second dream I was in some kind of residential scheme for people with “issues.” I think I was still a teenager. Some of the other teenagers there were people I was at school with, but others weren’t. I was leaving a day early for some reason. I wanted to stay in touch, but wasn’t sure how to leave my email address. I wanted to give it to one of the people running the programme (who were all nuns, for some reason) to pass on, but first I couldn’t find any blank paper as all the pads had scrawls on them, and then my pen wouldn’t write — the ink just sat in a blob, like mercury. Then the nun wasn’t sure about giving my email to women, in case they misunderstood, but then some of the women came in and wanted my email address. Then I woke up.
I think the second dream was about a residential scheme I did for a week when I was sixteen, for students from state schools who wanted to apply to Oxbridge. We did a one week course with other people thinking of studying the same subject to get an idea of what studying at Oxbridge is like. I struggled with it initially. I nearly came home after the first night because I felt so homesick and lonely. I did eventually connect a bit with the other students, but on the last night they went to the pub with the teachers and I stayed in the building. I don’t know why. I just couldn’t go. They even came back to get me, but I couldn’t face it. I was so angry with myself for not going, but I just couldn’t manage it. I guess it was social anxiety and not being used to being accepted in a group. Maybe some autistic stuff about feeling I can’t understand other people properly. I don’t know what they thought about me. I think they tried to stay in contact together as a group for a bit afterwards, but I didn’t manage that either. I feel quite bad writing this, as they were friendly and I couldn’t cope with that. I feel like I let them down. So I think my dream was about what if this had gone better. What if I could connect with people better.
One of the students there in the dream was someone I was at school with, but struggled to understand. I was a bit wary of him, for reasons I did not really understand. He was clever, but not geeky. He was very left-wing, much further than I was then, let alone now, and rather anti-Zionistic at a Jewish school where everyone was Zionist; I’m not sure if I knew that at the time though. I suppose I couldn’t find common ground to connect with him; it didn’t help that I didn’t really know him or have classes with him, he was just a friend of some of my friends, and I found those situations hard. In the dream I knew of all this, but I still got on with him regardless.
I woke up feeling happy and rested, even though I had slept for less then I usually do and I decided to get up.