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Bad Dream

Why is it that when you have a bad dream and you wake up your brain takes a while to get over it? I’ve woken up from dreams and after I thought about it, I’ve started to cry. Well, this morning I woke up from a dream feeling very angry at my boyfriend.

Ok, so here’s the dream.

I was looking at job ads trying to find a new job and I found one for a new daycare opening up in the back of a bar for people to drop their children off at before they go partying. I went to talk to the person that placed the ad at her other job, which was a music store. I spoke to her and her immediate reaction was that I couldn’t handle it. Confused, I asked her coworker why she would say that. It was explained to me that part of the job description is working in the bar every once in a while should you not be needed with the children. I left feeling pretty upset and told my boyfriend about it, he didn’t respond. We went for a drive in a black SUV and started talking about the bears being back in the area soon because the Salmon would be coming bac soon. Then we looked over to the forest beside the car and saw bears standing along the stream catching salmon as far as the eye could see. My boyfriend commented that we wouldn’t be going out in that area very much for a while. During this car ride he was being a huge jerk. He kept making fun of me, snearing at me, hitting me, and just being really mean. No matter how much I pleaded with him he wouldn’t stop any of it.

I continued the search for a new job and the person from the new daycare approached me and said she was wrong and that she would like me as her second in command, meaning I wouldn’t ever need to work in the bar. We went and saw the centre which was being renovated to get more space. Then we went inside and had a meeting with all the staff, there were 5 of us sitting in this room. The owner explained that since I was actually an ECE that I would be working with her in the centre. The other people would get a chance on the days I couldn’t make it, since I already had another job that I hadn’t quit yet, there would be some chances coming up.

The next day we started work with the children. We started inside together, getting to know the children, then I took a group of children outside to play. I had to sign some children in on the attendance then the other girl came out with the rest of the children. Some children had been picked up and my boyfriend showed up in the black SUV. He grabbed one of the children and ran away. I chased after him, caught him, and started hitting him and trying to get the child back. I got the child back and the three of us climbed into the black SUV to go for a drive. He pulled over on the road near the daycare and I got out, carrying the child. As I was walking back to the centre I saw his mom waiting in the parking lot to pick him up. I looked at the other girl at the daycare and she nodded, confirming that it was this child’s mom. I asked him who was there and he smiled then when I handed him to her he started to cry. I figured I better tell her what heppened in case he had any bruises on his abdomen. I explained that someone grabbed him and ran but that I had chased him and got him back. The mom nodded and said okay and then left with the child.

My boyfriend and I went to a pizza place and each ordered half a pizza when I noticed a child behind the counter that I recognized. The pizza guy told me the child had been abandoned. I said I knew the child so he passed the child to my boyfriend. My boyfriend said he was giving the child to his mother and passed him to me. We took our pizza, and the child, and left.

Then the phone rang and I woke up.

After I dealt with the person on the phone my first thought was that could be a good idea (the daycare in the bar) then I thought I should tell my boyfriend who called for him but I decided I would rather go back to sleep because I was mad at him. I did text him eventually but even now, an hour after waking up from my dream, I still feel a little mad at him for everything. It makes no sense.