My dream last night didn’t seem too weird. No actions transcended natural laws and nor did anyone get hurt. My night time chimeric occurance this time held a moral value…I questioned my actions in getting a job as a hospital teacher (which a friend of mine does) working with children who have cancer.
Before I go into the dream itself it’s worth noting that I am a qualified teacher. However, I’ve decided not to teach and to do something else with my life. I never liked teaching (or rather the little shitty kids). And I still don’t know what that thing I’m going to do with the rest on my life is.
The workings of my unconscious mind had already surpassed the recruitment and training process of such a job. I was merely in the middle of a ward having a conversation with my friend who already works as a teacher in the hospital. We were simply discussing how I’m suited to this job. I didn’t think I was, for many reasons, suited to teaching in a hospital ward which follow:
- I don’t like teaching.
- I don’t like seeing people die.
- This is actually a real job, which scared me a little bit.
That was the end of the conversation, and the dream itself. When I woke up I made myself jot down the dream. The scrallings today look as though I tried to write a story whilst I was pissed. I wasn’t, merely tired.
I always try to find reasons to avoid teaching work, even if it is well paid. Even if I am doing good for a community or society as a whole. Simply because I don’t like teaching.
Remember I was arguing a moral point not to work there. Not to be the only thing a child has to break down their painful day. Bad me.