Dreams and their Meaning

[digitS']

Since breakfast could not be scheduled before 9AM, I went back to bed about 4 and had a 45 minute nap.I woke up confused and a little upset from a dream.

Context: About the time of joining TEG, I was thinking that I could claim about 50 seasons of gardening but that would require including Dad and Mom's gardens and perhaps, what I might have been up to in Grandma's garden as a 3 & 4 year old. Many of my own gardens were at home and on other people's property during the same seasons.

In my dream, I was at a garden somewhere and thinking that it was a surprise that it was working out well because the water source was way back by a barn and there were so many trees nearby that sunlight may be restricted during part of the day. I was fairly certain that it didn't make too much sense to continue to have a garden there after that first year. I wasn't really sure because it was nice and level and a pleasant location with no problems from the property owner.

Waking, I seemed to know the location in real life but not exactly. So real, that it was as if I really did once have that garden. Really?! And yet, I didn't remember the location or owner. What a life – having these special places. Go back?? Are there still roots? Are they pulling me? Are they? Is this true for all gardens, all gardeners?

We are all prisoners of our own device.​

 

[flowerbug]

i remember the first garden plant seed that caught my interest. 4 o'clocks, they look like hand grenades...

 

[digitS']

My attention was drawn to some of society's and farmers' risks in modern food production in the Get Big or Get Out thread. Small farms have been at risk for generations. Farm work itself is a difficult existence for farm workers. My dream last night had something to do with that and related to my final years of farm work in the "protected environment" of greenhouse work ... only it wasn't so protected.

Leaving aside roof work on glass houses, the worker benefits were minimal to nonexistent. I made considerable progress by leaving it behind and moving on in a different career direction. In my dream, I was drug back to my relationship with farm employers and fellow workers.

There we all were, aged, uncertain of the reason we were summoned, gathered together again in the packing shed. Presiding was the matron of the farm. Of course, we all had to wait for her husband, son and daughters, the final people to arrive.

She began by mentioning retirement pensions but immediately it became a recounting of her health problems – soreness in various joints which was impairing her ability to move around, apparently. She then asked us to give up our retirement benefits for her care.

I was taken aback. "You want our retirement because you have arthritis?" I said immediately. That startled response woke me from the dream.

Ironically, we had no pension program at the greenhouse. Beyond a week's vacation and 2 weeks after 5 years employment, no paid holidays. No medical insurance until the final year of my employment there — a benefit that we gained after many hard feelings and an important reason for me leaving the job.

 

[flowerbug]

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Ironically, we had no pension program at the greenhouse. Beyond a week's vacation and 2 weeks after 5 years employment, no paid holidays. No medical insurance until the final year of my employment there — a benefit that we gained after many hard feelings and an important reason for me leaving the job.

i had a friend working in a greenhouse operation for a few years, he had very limited benefits and for sure no health insurance. considering some of the work he was doing i thought it was nuts. often he was doing things that were more like construction and electrician work, plus the heat for the place came from a geothermal system which had steam/pressure. um, for sure i'd have wanted some kind of insurance to cover injuries. he was much better off when he moved on to fixing water filtering systems.

 

[Marie2020]

Yesterday. I dozed off for a while along with my old dog. I had a very exciting but exhausting weekend and I was completely tired out.

My dream.
My friend had too go out and I was baby sitting her two children. (They are now much older but in my dream they were still very young)
I'd settled them both down after reading them my usual story book to them then left them to watch some cartoons.
It must have been winter as they were snuggled up together on the couch.

For some reason I had left them in this room to go and do something or other and on my return there was a white chicken between them .
Apparently this chicken was for me but not one of us knew how it appeared too be there. I remember thinking, this is great because now my old princess is going to have a friend to snuggle with at night

I started desperately trying to find a way to accommodate this chicken somehow until i could get back home but then i suddenly woke up at that point.

There is no rhyme or reason for this dream, how peculiar

 

[digitS']

It was not your usual thrift store. Multi-story, a spacious newer building – I had the idea that the enterprise was promoted by whatever city we were in. For some reason, we started out on the floor with the offices.

There were about 5 office workers and one was going through a box that included his things, old pictures and such. He says, "look at this." The others gather around him. "It's a picture of me when I was young. I graduated from high school in 1996."

Another lady, perhaps the boss, comes over and rummages through the box. "I graduated in 1990. Do you have anything from then?"

DW and I make an exit to another floor. She wants to see the ceramics and it's a huge room. I don't even want to start looking at them; there are so many that it is likely to take us hours.

I'm thinking about those office workers. The guy is gray and balding. The boss has almost white hair. All five look a little old and she is celebrating graduating from high school 34 years ago? So, she is over 50? Really? I'm somewhat confused by their enthusiasm, and the math and wake up.

 

[Marie2020]

It was not your usual thrift store. Multi-story, a spacious newer building – I had the idea that the enterprise was promoted by whatever city we were in. For some reason, we started out on the floor with the offices.

There were about 5 office workers and one was going through a box that included his things, old pictures and such. He says, "look at this." The others gather around him. "It's a picture of me when I was young. I graduated from high school in 1996."

Another lady, perhaps the boss, comes over and rummages through the box. "I graduated in 1990. Do you have anything from then?"

DW and I make an exit to another floor. She wants to see the ceramics and it's a huge room. I don't even want to start looking at them; there are so many that it is likely to take us hours.

I'm thinking about those office workers. The guy is gray and balding. The boss has almost white hair. All five look a little old and she is celebrating graduating from high school 34 years ago? So, she is over 50? Really? I'm somewhat confused by their enthusiasm, and the math and wake up.

Steve. You should write comedy scripts
That was ace

 

[flowerbug]

...Really? I'm somewhat confused by their enthusiasm, and the math and wake up.

yep, thinking too much can break you out of dreams and into being awake... frustration and something that isn't quite right engages the different areas of the brain that aren't supposed to be doing anything and pop goes the weasel!...

 

[Alasgun]

It sounds to me like you guys eat too much popcorn before retiring!

Come follow me around for a day and all you’ll have is quiet peaceful sleep. Of course i would have graduated high school in 1969 had i stayed with it; so im from “the older generation”; and we tend to tire easily.

 

[flowerbug]

It sounds to me like you guys eat too much popcorn before retiring!

not me Sir, i've not really been into popcorn and i also try not to eat much in the evening after dinner.

Come follow me around for a day and all you’ll have is quiet peaceful sleep. Of course i would have graduated high school in 1969 had i stayed with it; so im from “the older generation”; and we tend to tire easily.

i tire easily too, but that is more to do with the tire around my waist (which i would prefer to be my waste away)...