Stress & Dreams.

This was a long and stressful work week. And it was only four days long, since yesterday was Canada Day and I had the day off from the work grind.

Once the week ended, I went to a Bikram class and then taught one directly afterwards. Then I went home and crashed into bed, where I dreamt two very odd dreams.

In the first, I was at a company I had previously worked at many years ago. They had hired me back. But the company was much, much bigger now. And it was located in a big building, which was essentially a house. I kept wandering from room to room, trying to find my office. No room felt right. I didn't fit there.

In the second dream, I was in a bedroom - which felt to be mine - and I managed to drop a bottle of perfume on the carpet. The carpet. The bottle broke, and oily perfume sank into the carpet's hairs. I could smell it. It was lovely. The perfume - which I don't recall in my waking life ever hearing about - was called "Samsara."

Dreaming about a former work suggests there is a lesson from that job which is suggested I apply to my current job. To be searching for my office suggests that I am occupying myself a little too much with work in my waking life. I am always searching for the next thing in my job... The next project... the next new client... The next new process... It just never ends - as exhibited by this week.

This is nothing new. And it doesn't surprise me after the week I had. With any job, whatever I am asked to do, I do it. If I don't agree with what's being asked of me, I leave.

I was far, far more confused by the second dream. Bedrooms are private places. They are where you keep your "secrets". Carpet represents a way of protecting oneself. To smell perfume is to remember the past. Breaking something suggests a "break" or change in something. A bottle is seen as a way to contain something. To spill something suggests getting something out.

I guess there is a perfume, by Geurlain, called "Samsara." But I don't consciously recall ever hearing it. I researched what the term meant, and it is Sanskrit that refers to the "flow of life."

I see the two dreams combined as a subconscious push in a direction feels familiar, but seems silly.

Or, it could just be my brain imploding in on itself after the week I've had.