A Dream Job

I hate dreaming. Because when you sleep, you wanna sleep. Dreaming is work, you know – there “I am in a comfortable bed, the next thing you know I have to build a go-kart with my ex-landlord.” – Mitch Hedberg

Dreaming about things taking place at work is something I’m used to by now. I’ve had dreams where my job is to go, along with my colleagues, to school. I’ve had dreams where said colleagues go out of the way to poke fun at me, and I’ve even had those old cliched dreams where you turn up sans-pants or at the place where you used to work.

Thing is, I don’t mind those so much. Having a dream in which something interesting, or at least out of the norm happens, is pretty fun. Waking up after any of those dreams provides two things:

Firstly, a great sense of mystery as I scratch my head all morning and ask myself ’so what the fuck was all that about?’, and secondly some light-relief to break up the working day when I turn to those I work closely with and confess that I had a dream about them the previous night.

Anyway, the point I’m rambling towards is that last night I had another dream about work, only this time, nothing interesting happened at all. Instead, I spend the entire night doing what I can only describe as watching CCTV footage of myself at work, frantically trying to get our magazine out on time.

Nothing out of the ordinary happened, the other people in the office were not two-headed beasts, the office wasn’t full of candy, and nobody shagged anyone (which is another reoccurring theme of my dreams), instead, I spent the best part of five hours sleep just simply watching myself work.

Then, when I woke up this morning, I just felt annoyed. Who the heck wants to be working on a magazine deadline at 2am on a Sunday morning, especially when they’re supposed to be sleeping?

Not me, that’s who.

This kinda got me thinking about dreams. From what I’ve read, dreaming is supposed to be your brain’s way of collecting all the random thoughts and frustrations that flutter around up there in the day, and putting them in to some semblance of order, which is why dreams can often seem so random and strange at times.

So what about dreams where all you do is watch yourself repeat some monotonous, ordinary task for several hours?

Answers on a postcard, or at least a blog comment, please.