This is another post for y’all as therapists, thank you very much. Today, we’re doing dreamwork.
I had a dream last night~~ John Sebastian
What a lovely dream it was…
I love John Sebastian, but the dream in his song was not actually the kind of dream I had last night. My dream was not lovely at all.
I dreamt I was teaching a Mindfulness Self Compassion Meditation Course, just like I was talking about in my post. There were a bunch of people I knew – people I used to work with – taking the class.
We got to this one part, and instead of a warm exploration of the material, people were looking at me funny and not engaging in the discussion. And I realized, with a touch of dismay, that I wasn’t sure the way I was doing it was the way I was supposed to be doing it. But it was clearly falling flat.
Then this one woman, who I had always liked (in real life), said, “This is one of those times when, if you didn’t know what you were doing, it would have been better to ask for help than to try to wing it.”
And I realized that some of the people taking the class were really there to judge how well I was teaching it. And – you can imagine – I just felt sick. But then it was time for lunch, and we were all supposed to go to lunch together. I thought we were doing one thing, but then one of the other women I knew, (who was also on the judging committee) said, “So let’s take a quick break and then we’ll meet at the restaurant we agreed on.”
And I realized I didn’t know what restaurant. Instead of asking, I went to my room and got my workbook so I could look at the next activity, and then I got lost in the hallways and there was something about the elevators and the stairs and…
…suddenly, we were back in the room for the workshop to continue and I realized we were supposed to have brought an aromatic tea to drink, and I just had coffee. I had forgotten all about the instructions about the tea.
That’s where the dream ended, or all I remember anyhow. If I were still seeing JM the wise therapist, he would have some twist of an interpretation that would put it all in a different perspective. But I think it’s pretty basic.
It reflects my anxiety, of course.
But, I forgot to tell you, there was a part of it where the judging committee meets and says things like, “Well, she has the potential to do this well, but she just didn’t plan and prepare well enough.” “This has been a problem with her before. She gets off to a good start, but doesn’t follow through.”
And I feel like that’s true. Pleading guilty, thank you very much. But I don’t feel the overwhelming, paralyzing shame that often comes with that recognition. I just feel a sense of commitment to doing the work I need to do and following through. That’s pretty exciting.
** For my wordsmith friends: Spellcheck does not recognize “dreamt” as a word. I was taken aback – I had to go google it and make sure it hadn’t become obsolete in my lifetime. But no. It is still an acceptable way to express the past tense of dream. Sometimes I use “dreamed” and sometimes “dreamt” and in my mind, it’s very clear which one “feels right” in a specific situation.
But I don’t know what the rule in my head is. For example, I would say, “I never dreamed that would happen.” But “Last night, I dreamt.” I don’t exactly think the other way is wrong, I just wouldn’t use it. Was there a rule about it or is it just random? Enquiring minds want to know… but I don’t want to research it. Could someone else just tell me? Please and thank you. 😉