A dream with a roomful of life baggage

Wow, what a dream during a Sunday nap.

My current job, the president of our smallish company, some of the reasons I don't like being here and don't like the feeling of him watching over my shoulder (the dream included him having an office at my newspaper), people invading my office space, an old bed of mine being there, and a seemingly magically growing plethora of home utensils and such popping up in said office, and there's enough symbolism for a monthload of Sundays.

Now, how the hell in today's American hypercapitalist economy, do I get out of here and get a quasi-intellectual, or public service nonprofit, or other job, or real career, to suit me better?

Work-related ... and the dreams get weirder

I've been having more vivid, to much more vivid, and more remembered, dreams again the past couple of weeks. Only problem? They're generally not pleasant.

They're not nightmares, exactly, but they're all about work.

But, only in a general sense.

They're about working at my current job, but the actual day-to-day events have zip, zero,  bupkis to do with my normal work.

I don't know if part of it is summer heat (we're not scorching, but we're a few degrees above normal for this part of the world and I'm very sparing on AC use) or what. But, it's making sleep less restful, that's for sure. And, since I had an earlier, but less vivid and less work/but not work bout of this ... wondering why it's back, and back in worse condition.

Could it be the recent loss of our one staff writer?

Dreaming of various things...

I don't know whether I'm having more memorable dreams recently because the mix of a mini-dose of Celexa plus OTC amino acids is kicking in enough now, whether it's mental on my side without the help, a bit of both, or what. I do think my anxiety at my current job and location in O-dessa, Texas, have peaked.

That said, I had a pretty memorable dream about running up and down various floors in the inside of an older New York City skyscraper, like the Empire State Building or maybe the Chrysler Building. At the very end of the dream, I ran into my dad, who did not come off as accusatory or judgmental.

I think this is about general life worries. Am I chasing up and down blind alleys, like I ran into on some stairwells inside the bowls of the building? Does my life in general seem bland or blank? Am I wanting dad to make a decision for me? Give me guidance he never really did?