You Can’t Take it With You
I awoke this morning from the most horrible dream, and it’s a dream I have had often, but this time, there is no reason. I am packing boxes. I have a deadline. I have a lot to pack, I am feeling very anxious, and I keep getting distracted from my packing. Soon I will have to go, and I haven’t accomplished what I meant to accomplish.
This dream is a very common dream for someone who has moved 31 times in her life, who had packed boxes and suitcases and never missed a deadline. Never once have I left a box with someone else to mail for me. I’ve had these anxiety dreams so many times, but never when I am not facing a move.
So I felt depressed, and I felt anxious this morning, wondering what my dream means. Does it mean that I am thinking about my mortality, and distracted by my attachment to things? Does it mean that I need to be clearing up and organizing my life so I can depart? Or is it just a remnant anxiety, like those leftover dreams about having to take a college exam you haven’t prepared for?
For me, the cure for depression, anxiety and morbidity is action. We hit the water aerobics class this morning and she worked us so hard we both fell asleep this afternoon. I got some tomatoes (not the Black Krim, which I have not yet found) and basil potted, and some weeding done. Depression gone. Anxiety gone. Inklings drift across my consciousness, but I sweep them away like cobwebs.
7 Comments »
Leave a reply to angelle Cancel reply
Recent Comments
Catherine on Donna Leon Crossing Cultu… intlxpatr on Ignoring the Law thani on Ignoring the Law Anon. on British Soldier Kidnapped, Esc… Reeva Mills on Cahors to Bordeaux, Preparing… Wikipedia Donate Button
Amazina
Early Voting in Florida
Here There and Everywhere 
Definitely remnants – you’ve got a lot of old baggage to go through! ๐
I still have the moving dreams too–but not as often or as drastic–it will fade.
I like your solution.
(laughing) Oh Ken, you are so right! I’ve been sorting through old baggage and tossing out all year. I am still packing boxes, but for the Waterfront Mission and Goodwill these days. I’d forgotten that.
@ Ctothwill – Thank you, my friend; it is easier knowing I am not the only one to have that anxiety-ridden dream.
Angelle: ๐ Activity – and prayer!
Intlxpatr ; it must be the Pensacola equivalent. Love Eat Pack
Your cure for depression, anxiety, and morbidity seems WAY better than mine, which is curling up on the couch with chocolate and a book. Maybe I’ll give your way a try ๐
LLOOLLL, Daggero. I think it is just a remnant, a fragment, and will probably dissipate. Insh’allah.
Chocolate and a book are part of my way, too, Grammy. ๐