During my 2-year tenure as a waitress, I used to dream about serving tables. When marching-band cuddled with most of my time, visions of field show rehearsals danced in my head. And now as a barista, I’m already having coffee-making dreams. For all intents and purposes, activities that rule my day tend to find themselves in my night-time subconscious. So why is it that running, biking, and swimming never make the cut?
I swam every morning for the better part of three years, and yet the closest I came to swimming in a dream was the time I picked my legs up off the sidewalk and dolphin kicked down the street for a few moments to prove I could fly. In contrast, I’ve been spending an ounce of time on LinkedIn lately trying to make my professional social-network page look stellar, and already I’ve had a LI dream, which I’ll recount now mostly for Angie and partly for posterity:
In this dream, I went to LinkedIn, which was basically a space in a strip mall (it was a chain store, like a UPS store) and your LI profile was represented by a parking meter in which you could insert a quarter to quit your job. A group of friends and were there, and then this girl I know peripherally, Kara, showed up. She started telling me she didn’t like me anymore and that she never did and I wasn’t worth her time, but then she tried to mess up my LI profile (my parking meter). She was removed from the store, but then she came back in wearing a disguise – a giant hooded blue sweatshirt with sunglasses. She ran to my profile and stuck a quarter in, which was traumatic because I wasn’t sure how I’d get my job back. My friends had since dispersed, and I found an employee to escort Kara out. I then asked if I could have a new meter since I did not want Kara to be able to make any more trouble for me. Kara sat outside with her nose pressed against the window and watched the process until an employee drew the shades.
Evidence points to the fact that were I to actually dream about running, biking, or any other kind of fitness, it would be really bizarre and memorable (at least to me). So why is it that my subconscious doesn’t seem to need to work me out while I sleep? I can envision dance-aerobics routines that are unable to be repeated, hoola-hoop tournaments with specific hooping attire, and meeting mermaids during an open water swim. Now I just need asleep me to get on board.