The “back to school” theme returns to my dreams. I wonder what I am missing? Why does this theme continually come up?
Back to School
In this particular dream I was returning to school and once again at the college level. Prior to going I was trying to decide what to wear, putting on different outfits. I wanted to wear white but the shirts I chose all had small stains on them. Eventually I just decided to wear one with a yellowish stain despite worries about how I might look. Unfortunately, it caused me to miss the school bus.
I entered the school building, walked up to a table of students and sat down. The teacher looked at me and raised her eyebrow. I knew she had not seen me in in class before. I had not been attending. My schedule had been changed and my 1st period was Dance. I watched as some of the students practiced their moves. I felt out of my element. I cannot dance.
I got up to use the bathroom because, well, I wanted to waste time since I knew nothing about how to dance. The teacher sent me a questioning look and I sent back a look that said, “I have to go”. I didn’t know where the bathroom was at first, but followed signs. Inside was a room full of technological devices. I found I was carrying a large speaker. I took it and sat down on it. Another student began talking to me. We had a conversation about singers and types of music. I said all music was the same and the student disagreed.
We were soon discussing genres of music and I was again at the table where my class was gathered. I suggested a project: We all listen to music completely opposite of what we normally do. I said, “For example, if you listen to Whitney Houston then you will listen to George Strait” My theory was that if you did this willingly then eventually you would enjoy the other music and see why others would like it. I was very excited about the assignment.
Class was over and we dispersed. I did not know my schedule and tried to locate it on my phone but couldn’t log in. I went up to the admin offices and asked a woman and she pointed up to the screen above her head which was of the campus website. She said it was there and told me to log in. I told her I couldn’t and she said try again. So I did, and got my schedule right away.
My next class was Economics.
Reluctantly I went to class. I sat next to the other students and noticed they were all waiting. The teacher was late. What is odd here is that we were all lounging about on sofas and cushioned chairs in a lobby area, not in a classroom. I told someone, “I don’t like this class”. I was asked why and said, “Too much politics involved”. I also remember saying I had already taken it, that I could understand it but just didn’t like it as a subject.
When the teacher finally arrived he was older and very casual. Everyone liked him and I began to feel more comfortable.
Interpretation
When I woke up I immediately had the urge to quit my job. It caused all kinds of thoughts to materialize and I felt confused as to what to do. If I leave my job then what will I do for a living? What is it about my job I dislike? What can I do to perhaps try to resolve the situation without leaving my job? Which part of me wants to leave and which part wants to stay? What is the best decision?
When the thoughts went away, I began to hear Pearl Jam’s, Daughter. I awoke to this song about a week ago when having similar considerations about career. The specific part of the song: “Don’t call me daughter, not fit to, the picture kept will remind me”. Why was I hearing this song?
The dream above seems to indicate that I was struggling with a decision that affects my family’s finances. There is an idea that I have to “try something new” as indicated by listening to a new type of music, one opposite of what I would normally listen to. The speaker is indicative of me wanting to be heard.
The rest of the dream suggests that I am avoiding class – dance class being learning to let go and enter a new stage of life; economics being symbolic of money and money-related lessons in life.
Interestingly enough, “class” itself indicates a fear of failure.