I was dreaming my wife and I were playing the one cent slots at the Golden Nugget. A young pretty young women came by and asked us if we wanted something to drink. My wife said she would like water and I shook my head no. A little later the waitress brought her the water. Wife down a few bucks, thanks her and doesn't offer her a tip. She started to walk away and I said hold on. I pulled out my wallet and accidentally gave her a hundred dollar bill. She grinning, waves the bill in my wife's face. I woke up!

You might have been about to get an earful!

These were recursive and never reached any resolution. I recall feeling intense frustration during these dreams. I was never troubled by dreams like that after moving on from that job.

I have dreams where I'm sorting drawers, or organizing papers, or looking for something. I've linked them to anxiety or worry.

Usually they don't bother me. I mostly enjoy my profession, so when I'm puzzling through things in my sleepy work environment, it's just like an extension of my waking hours, but more restful.

I did enjoy that work, but not when dreams send me searching endlessly for information I needed, as one thing led right into another. As I said, frustrating.

I would be driving and just before I hit a brick wall would slam on the brakes. I'd wake up every time with my right foot pressed firmly against the footboard.

My recurring dream of the past (probably over a 5 to 10 year stretch) was witnessing a passenger jet falling from the sky. It wasn't from the same vantage point every time or the same jet every time, but it was a plane going down. Very troubling. I had that one occur once or twice a year during that period.

More recently, and rather odd considering that I've been removed from academics for decades, I have had a recurring dream that I'm in college with a full course load. Then it dawns on me that I have completely neglected one of those classes. I missed exams and deadlines to submit essays. I feel kind of panicked and wonder if there's any chance of salvaging a passing grade.

That dream has plagued me once or twice a year over the past several years.

Hard to explain.

I wake up to dreams of the kitchen sink
filled with pots and pans and counters
totally covered in dirty dishes.
Sometimes it's real.

to air your dirty laundry, but dirty dishes are welcome.