I had a weird dream this morning that I’m still stressed from, even though I’ve been awake for hours. This is weird: Nothing like this has ever happened to me.
When it comes to dreams, I either remember every single minute detail about them, or nothing at all.
For example, I’ll never say I dreamed about a baseball game. I’ll say I dreamed about being in my old seats in Yankee Stadium, on a colder night, and I’ll remember that I was wearing my Yankees turtleneck under my jersey and cursing myself for forgetting to bring gloves. I’ll remember an exact situation in the game and what happened, and not just say, “I had a dream that I was at a Yankees-Red Sox playoff game and the Yankees won.”
I’ll even remember every detail about the people who were with me in the dream. I’ll never say that I was with a hot blonde. I’ll say I was with a blonde with striking blue eyes who was wearing a black sleeveless cocktail dress, black fishnet stockings and shiny black stilettos.
Obviously, this blonde was not with me at a Yankee game, or in last night’s dream — I’m just giving an example.
So I’ll spare everyone the minute details from my dream this morning. The basic plot is that I was returning home from somewhere and I missed what I guess was a cab that was supposed to take me to the train station, so I ran to the station carrying three bags and ended up meeting with a few people I knew in a small waiting room on the platform.
Apparently, at some point during the dream, I had accidentally switched phones with someone, and I had an iPhone-type device that I couldn’t figure out how to use, which is why I couldn’t call the cab back. This in itself is silly, since I’ve always been able to learn new technology devices very quickly, usually without looking at the manual.
Anyway, the train pulls in and everyone grabs their bags, and I can’t find my bag with my laptop in it. I panic and try yelling toward the people I know to see if one of them accidentally grabbed it, but they’re already boarding the train and don’t hear me. I take one more desperate look around the waiting area. Then, just as I start to board the train, the doors close, the train pulls out, the temperature on the platform drops about 20 degrees and I wake up.
Another silly detail: My laptop is a piece of crap and, if I ever did lose it, once I got past the initial few seconds of aggravation, I’d probably laugh about it.
Long story short: Have you ever had one of those days when every little thing goes wrong and you feel your stress level rising exponentially by the second? That’s what this dream was about.
So why do I still feel stressed even though, as I said, I’ve been awake for hours and it was obviously a dream? My trusty Treo cell phone, which I certainly know how to use, is right here, and my craptop laptop is safe in my closet. But I’ve been a ball of stress all day.
Could it be the fact that I very, very rarely take medication to help me sleep, but I did it two nights in a row and last night was the first pill-free night?
Could it be the stress I’m going through in real life, most notably, looking for a job?
Could it be the fact that I’m still recovering from one of the worst colds, viruses or whatever it was that I’ve ever had to fight?
Or could it be that I’ve finally lost my mind?