I am distracted whether by a social function or something. The kind of thing that occupies my full attention. That I forget to take the final. That I forget to turn in an assignment. That I forget to take responsibility. Or forgetting to attend something I said I would attend.
It’s horrifying, because I pride myself in being reliable. Often, I wake up in sweat, relieved that it was only a dream.
But others have other types of dreams, which struck me recently. Do dreams define our personalities…or most of all our anxieties?
Chris often have dreams of people accusing him of something that he did not do. Especially the kind of thing where he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Or worse of all, friends who he thought he trusted would turn against him and blame him for some wrong.
I once had a dream…perhaps it wasn’t a nightmare, but more of a possible scenario in a dream…where I lived in a world where the population had grown to its capacity. In order to address the issue, the government randomly sent letters to a selection of people. Completely random—no selection by age, career, race, or class. In the dream, I received one. As part of my civil duty, I went to the indicated location without much protest. I believed in duty. There in a large room, the selected ones would stand on a scale-like device. Then it would count down. At zero, we would vanish as if we were never there.