That's a good nightmare.

[learnteach]

I don't take time changes well, but wow,

Getting the nightmare of having half full milk cartons chucked at me, complete with sarcastic comments about my flaws, by an adult class in some form of required bullshit course at the JC, which does not dissipate on waking? (EDIT) I am teaching the class, I don't know why.

Either a clear indication I need to not contemplate teaching, OR an indication that I'm not happy about the probability of subbing for some money, OR other things are surfacing in an interesting way.

Oy.

Comments

[xeyda.livejournal.com]

Eeek! I've never had a run in with nasty diary products in my dreams, but I can see how it would be unnerving...

Sushi is the cure!

airborne food

[martianfencer.livejournal.com]

I would guess he doesn't want them throwing sushi at him either! ;-)

[klwilliams.livejournal.com]

My dream that tells me it's time to change jobs is one where I'm back at Mount Holyoke, re-enrolling with a new major.

[norsebiker43.livejournal.com]

I guess you would have been happier having the nightmare of thousands of naked women throwing pickles at you while you stood upon a pyramid.
:P
As one person you know who has a AA degree in Psych, I can say that your subconscious is pulling from all issues that you are unhappy about; not happy about subbing for money AND that you don't want to teach AND other things in your life.
The subconscious is an all encompassing sector of the brain.

That will be $40, please pay when you leave and don't forget to schedule your next appointment.

B

[kawgirl.livejournal.com]

It could have meaning. In the end, it will have whatever meaning you decide to give it. But, sometimes "a cigar is just a cigar."

...and yes I am channeling someone we know and love.

...and no, I will not make you pay for that bit of wisdom since it would be unethical since I am not yet a licensed therapist. (:

[seussgirl27.livejournal.com]

Milk, milk
the dairy dread
sleep tonight
dream
ice cream instead!

Ok, that is lame but hey, the pressure of composing a masterpiece after a day of chores and dragging a whiny four year old child around, is asking a lot.

Oh, and yes...I am in need of ice cream. Always craving things I am most deprived of? What would Freud say there?