So, last night I had an interesting dream. Well, I’m driving, so you may hear some sounds and things. Okay — so, I started a school crossing guard job last week and I was hoping I’d be able to drive my scooter sometimes, because the school is pretty close, but I haven’t figured out a way to strap the stop sign to the scooter. And I really want to do it.
In the dream, I was getting ready for work in the morning and my husband and a couple of his colleagues and–and I’m not sure if my sister was there. I felt like she was there–they all were like, “Hey, let’s go get breakfast at this college where you’re a crossing guard.”
Which, I’m not a crossing guard at a college; I’m a crossing guard at an elementary school. So, that was funny.
I was like, “good idea!”
We all go this college and it’s really beautiful. It’s got all these really big, old fir trees that cover a lot of the various parking lots, and so, we park and we go into this large, open cafeteria that’s like a mess hall I guess.
We order our food and we sit down to eat at one of the many white tables. Now, a weird thing was that this mess hall was almost part of a grocery store, too, because we were walking through these aisles and passing various uniformed employees–you know, like grocery store uniforms.
We passed this one young lady employee and I recognized her as a woman that goes to my church. And I was like, “Hey, how are you?”
She gave me this weird look like, “I don’t want to talk to you,” and she just continued on.
I asked–I think I asked my sister, or was it my husband?–I asked one of the people in our group, “What was wrong with her?”
They said, “Oh, well she’s kind of ashamed to be working at a grocery store and that’s why she never talks about where she works when we’re at church.”
I was like, “Oh, that’s such a shame. I mean, that’s a completely respectful job.”
There was one other person that worked at this grocery store/mess hall at this college, but I can’t remember now who it was.
So, we’re eating and enjoying ourselves and then we get done and Charlie says, “Okay, I’m gonna go to work now.”
I was like, “Oh, my goodness, what time is it?” My shift starts at 7:30 in the morning.
And he was like, “Oh, it’s 8:16.”
And I was like, “Oh, my gosh, why didn’t anyone tell me? What the heck? I’m so late!”
I get up and I’m all distressed and I’m already in my crossing guard vest with my hat and I have my stop sign.
Charlie’s like, “Oh, it’s not a big deal.”
I’m like, “Yeah, it is!”
So, I’m getting up to leave and I’m thinking, “Oh, my gosh, I didn’t even tell my supervisor I was gonna be late–‘cuzz I didn’t KNOW I was gonna be late.”
Lo and behold, my supervisor’s there! It’s this upper middle-aged male crossing guard in his crossing guard clothing. My supervisor in real life is a woman. So, whatever–dreams.
He was like, “Oh, Christina, don’t worry about it. I’ll finish up your shift. Just make sure you come for the shift this evening.”
And I was like, “When is that?”
And he said, “Three to 7.”
And I was like, “Okay.”
It was a 4 hour shift. But this is totally not realistic, because all my shifts are 1 hour, except Wednesday afternoon when school let’s out early; then they’re 2 hours.
But I was like, “Oh, yeah, 3 to 7! Okay. You’re not mad at me?”
And he was all jolly and fine with it and was like, “Ah, no, it’s no big deal; don’t worry about it.”
And I was so relieved and frustrated at myself at the same time. I said, “Well, there’s only 6 minutes left of my shift.”
And he was like, “Yeah.”
Which is dumb, because, apparently, in my dream, my morning shift was like 7:30 to 11:30. In my dream, I had all these 4 hour shifts.
I was still really distressed and looked at my husband and he was getting ready to leave and everyone was leaving and so–you know, I walked out of this college mess hall cafeteria and I was walking across the parking lot under all the many beautiful, very large, expansive fir trees. Beams of golden morning sunlight are coming through. And there were millions of those brown, dead pine needles everywhere. It was actually very beautiful.
And then I saw my counterpart crossing guard getting on a little black scooter in the parking lot. I went over and said, “Hey!”
And he was like, “Yeah, where were you this morning?”
And I was like, “Ah, I spent too long eating breakfast and I lost track of time.”
And he smiled.
And I said, “You ride your scooter to work?”
And he was like, “Yeah!”
And I go, “Well, how did you figure out how to strap your stop sign on?”
His stop sign looked smaller than the size that we get as a stop sign. His also looked like the top of it was made of cardboard, because 1/3 of the way was ripped off.
He was holding a ripped-up stop sign and was like, “Oh, you know, I just break it in half and I put it in the seat in my scooter, and then I re-assemble it when I get on my shift.”
And I was like, “Oh, wow, that’s such a good idea! But, yeah, I don’t think mine will work out. Mine seems to be too big.”
He kind of shrugged and was like, “Well, you know, you just figure something out.”
So, he got on his scooter and left. At that point, I guess I continued on my way, because that’s when I woke up from the dream.
Man, back in the day, I used to have college nightmares about being late for class, or being late for tests, not finding my classes, or failing all my classes. And then, when I graduated from college and was going to get married, then I was having wedding nightmares. And those, of course, persisted until I got married and then they went away.
And then between all that, I had living and autonomy and husband ruling over me nightmares– my husband’s not like that at all. So, I guess now I’m having crossing guard nightmares, which is absolutely ridiculous because I really like my crossing guard job. It’s pretty easy, except for the every now and then the rude or aggressive driver who either doesn’t see me, or they see me but they keep going, because they think, “Oh, those people are not on this side of the crosswalk.”
If I were to interpret the dream, I’d say it’s just typical new job nerves, even though this job is pretty easy; and I desire to do well, and I know that the big district supervisor–I’ll just say area supervisor–this big shot supervisor over several schools or something of crossing guards–I was told, by my regular supervisor, that the big wig lady is making all her rounds this week to make sure all the crossing guards are following crossing guard regulation and wearing all the right clothing pieces and looking appropriate and have our bottles out there and all this stuff and that we’re not using our cell phones; and so, consciously I think I’m not concerned about that, but I guess I kind of am, ‘cuzz I’m kind of a perfectionist.
I think after she inspects me and then she leaves, whenever that is–I don’t know what day–I’ll be fine. But I also know that, randomly, crossing guards are subject to drive-by inspections when they’re not aware. I’m not really concerned because I’m not messing around on the job, but, yeah, that’s what’s going on. So, I’m almost to my school now and the dream has been explained, so, that’s for listening and bye-bye!