Had a rare remembrance of a dream this morning. I never have awakened memories of my dreams, but this morning, I did. My dream was very jumbled and there were quite a few components that were unrelated and made no sense.
Points: I was at my childhood home. The house was uninhabited. The dream involved a few previous co-workers (from a significant previous employment---some of you will know from what I speak!) There was quite a bit of activity...a World War II tribute on my front lawn of childhood home replete with uniformed veterans. The Air Force Band were playing patriotic music and American flags were posted everywhere. Unknown persons were milling around when I arrived. As I came out of a work conference held down the street to head back home, I noticed a former co-worker and her husband leaving the tribute. The former co-worker was curt, but polite.
My husband was sitting in an area of assembled lawn chairs waiting for my conference to be over. My son's former girlfriend was a new employee at this place and I was there to orient her to my previous job (on-the-job training---I volunteered for it.) I felt a bit of nostalgia for this job that I left many years ago and I remember feeling quite at home in the conference. It was good to see people I had worked with.
I mentioned to the former employee I approached that many old co-workers were down the street. She said she could care less. I was a little hurt by her, but made my way back to my husband, excited to tell him all about the conference. Our children were to meet us at the WW II tribute and then we all planned to go to Babe's for dinner.
The dream was emotional for me, having so many random connections of my life there in one scenario. I remember the feeling of loss of important things in my life that had transpired over a wide block of time. Towards the end of my dream, things unraveled....I lost my way--- all those I love were evaporated one by one and I was left in the front yard of my childhood home. The WW II tribute dis-banded, my husband walked away to talk to an old friend, the kids had other plans and the people at the former job had moved the conference further down the street.
I have pondered about the randomness of the life connections. I'm guessing it had something to do with mortality.
