another weird dream

It takes a lot to get into a new thread and another person's struggles in life so I appreciate everyone who reads this.

This morning I woke up in the midst of an uncomfortable dream. I was in Boston looking for a bus or a train for a way home. Except I couldn't remember my address or exactly the area I lived in. I couldn't get my phone to work to bring up a map of buses and trains.

Eventually I hopped on bus number 29. It was at night. They wanted $13 for a one week bus pass. It was the same price as a single ride. I rode hanging onto the outside front of the bus and hopped off at some point that I thought was closer to where I lived and an area I was familiar with.

I used to live in the Boston area a long time ago when I was a university student.

But it was very strange not to be able to remember where you live or your address.

When i woke up I told myself that it was just a dream and I know my present address (in Canada). It took awhile to get rid of the stress and anxiety of being lost in the world that I woke up with.

Thanks for sharing your dream. A while back I was having dreams where I'd get into serious arguments with my wife, & sometimes with my parents (who are both deceased), & I walked out of the house into the night knowing that I could never go back again. I haven't had any of these dreams recently (that I know of.) But they had an effect on me when I woke up. I can still kind-of recall the empty sorrowful feeling those dreams produced.

You hit the nail on the head, Skeezyks. Empty and sorrowful. I've gone through a lot of loss and mourning. Maybe that was what your dream was about and also I think what mine is about too, not being able to connect with my past in an integrated way.

I got an offer to be part of a job evaluation committee to pick from a list of 50 people. They were offering to renumerate me well but I just couldn't face it. I've been out of my line of work for more than 5 years.

Also have lost this website I used to enjoy participating in. I feel like chemotherapy aged me more than 20 years too, on top of the mental illness.

Thank you for sharing your dream. It gave me some insight into mine.