Dreams .... Anyone Experienced Anything Weird ?
This happened to me last night, so I thought I would share it in case anyone else had any similar experiences ...
I work for myself, I work in a enormously stressful job and I'm accountable and responsible for my decisions, not just to the companies I work for but also regulatory authorities and USA, European and UK courts. So it's quite full on most of the time.
Lately, and because of COVID many workers like me have seen their work increase massively in the health / Pharma industries and for me, its got to the point where I suffer sometimes from anxiety with the huge pressure and stress. Last night with the thought of going to work today and opening my inbox of issues and problems, the anxiety hit an all time high and so I decided I would go to bed earlier than normal to prepare for today.
As I slept, I started dreaming ....
I was with my dog (who was put to sleep about 10 years ago) and walking through a park. We were walking slowly enjoying the fresh air and I could hear the crunching of my feed on the gravel path; trees line the path with fields either side and every 20 yards or so an empty park bench where people could sit and feed the birds.
As I walked I came across another park bench but this time there was a small boy sitting in it. He was on his own, about 7 years old, swinging his feet as his feet wouldn't touch the floor with clothes that looked like something from the 1970s. I can still see it so vividly now, a hand knitted brown cardigan, a light blue checked shirt, short grey trousers and black shoes. He was looking at the floor and sobbing his heart out, he looked up at me as I was walking by and as I looked at him I noticed he had a "pudding bowl" hair cut and loads of freckles on his face.
I stopped and spoke to him.....
"Don't worry", I said. "You're a brilliant young lad, you're funny, everyone loves you and your going to do really well. You should be happy, not sitting there all upset".
I then said this to the boy....
"Here is some advice, don't live your life according to other peoples expectations, live your life according to your own", and as I finished the sentence the boy stopped sobbing and I gradually woke up and slid out of bed to go downstairs to get. a drink. As my hazy, dream-like state cleared and I took a sip of water, I suddenly became really overcome with emotion as I remembered the dream and figured some things out.
The little boy, sitting on the bench that I was talking to was actually me, aged about 7, wearing the home made knitted cardigan my Nan made for me, my favourite checky (party) shirt and my school shorts.
Weird eh ?