The Art of Dreaming (Part I)

I've always had vivid dreams. Last night I was back in my old housekeeping job at the hospital, scrubbing floors in the kitchen - sometimes on my hands and knees and sometimes using that old single-disc scrubber. The kitchen had the same sickly tan color on the walls and floor, but the place was much larger. When I was on my hands and knees scrubbing the corners, edges, and old black mats, I could actually smell the cleaning solution mixing with the sour smell of old grease, dropped food, and spilled drinks. There were a couple of people with me - faceless and dark - whom I kept trying to direct in helping me, but seemed only interested in standing around. Suddenly I found myself laying on a beach towel on what appeared to be a beach. I looked to my side and noticed hundreds of people also laying on beach towels side by side in a single line starting with me. In the distance, the line curved away from the flat beach area and moved up a steep slope. I then realized we were at the edge of a large sandy bluff. As I stared at the absurd line of people laying on towels toward the top of the bluff, I heard a loud rumble. Rocks and sand exploded out from that same spot while people screamed in the distance. The next thing I remember was standing at the spot near the top of the bluff where I saw the explosion. There were no blast marks or any sign that anything had happened other than there was a small gap in the line of people. For some reason I took my towel and laid down in that gap. Everything seemed calm. No one else moved. I then stared at the sand next to my towel and noticed a few small, perfectly round rocks. These rocks were a few millimeters in diameter and were covered with swirling red and blue colors (like a dark marble). I lifted one up a few inches and was shocked at how heavy it was. It felt like it was as dense and heavy as a much larger piece of lead. More rumbles and explosions were heard as I realized that a shower of those impossibly dense, marble-like objects were falling on me.

That's all I remember. I often have recurring dreams laced with a heavy dose of anxiety in which I'm back at the hospital working in either Housekeeping or Admitting (or a really bizarre combination of the two). They're all different in that the settings change, what I'm doing changes, and/or the hospital itself changes. However, what never changes is my anxiety. In each dream I'm either behind at something and trying to catch up or being criticized by an authority figure in some blatant yet intangible way.

Let me hear about your dreams......