From a Plinky prompt: “Have you ever had a recurring dream?”
My longest ongoing recurring dream started not long after I began my current job.
Prior to that, I worked in newspapers.
I assumed I always would.
For me, being a newspaperman wasn’t so much what I did as it was who I was. I had the proverbial ink the veins, and, all too often, the literal ink on the hands.
Leaving newspapers to come to work for NASA was a big deal. I wanted the new job, and was excited about it, but the move involved some loss of identity. It would be cool, but involved giving up a little bit of myself.
But I did it. And was glad I did.
However …
Not long after I started the new job, the dreams started.
In the dream, I realized that I had made a mistake. A terrible mistake.
I was a newspaperman. I wasn’t supposed to be working for NASA. I was supposed to be working for a newspaper.
So I went back to work for a newspaper.
In the dream, I would go back to Indianola, and resume working at the newspaper there.
That part was pretty much the same every time I had the dream.
There was a little bit of difference in the next part.
I would realize that I had made a horrible mistake. I would realize that I wanted out. I would realize that I had romanticized newspapers, and that NASA really was much better.
The difference in this part was how long it took. Sometimes I made this realization the next day after I went back to the newspaper. Other times, I didn’t last that long.
Fortunately, in the dream, almost invariably, I never, technically, quit my job at NASA. I had just gone back to the newspaper without letting anyone know.
So, thankfully, I was always able to just go back to work the next day as if I’d been sick or something the day before and pick up where I left off with no one the wiser.
The dream was a good thing for me.
Leaving newspapers really was hard. And I really did have second thoughts some times. The dream let me live out those reservations without having to actually live out those reservations. It gave me a picture of the “what if…” scenario of going back that rang pretty true.
I was happier at NASA. And my rational mind knew that. But it was good for my heart to be able to experience that as well.
Newspapers were a very important part of my life, and I’ll always have fond feelings of that part of my past.
But that doesn’t mean that the present isn’t much better.
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