Sunday night I had a dream that I was living in a beautiful beach home. One story. It was lovely. I headed into the living room, sipping some tea, and looking into the dining room. The dining room had floor to ceiling windows that looked out to the beach and the ocean. There were surfers and people walking around on the beach and it was just lovely. Peaceful.
Then. I see the water pull back and a large tidal wave is climbing and covering the sky and it comes crashing down on my home and smashing people up against my windows. Somehow my home stays perfectly dry inside and the windows don't break. I am panicking thinking I am going to die as I knew it was going to happen again. I turn around to see people breaking into my home, panicking, and taking shelter there. Suddenly I am feeling responsible for everyone, giving my food out and handing out blankets and checking injuries.
It was so incredibly stressful.
And so telling. Clearly I am feeling overwhelmed in real life.
Well. Last night. Last night I had a dream that I had a new job. Ha ha.