You may well ask what these have in common, and I have to say not a lot, apart from being subjects in my dreams the other night.
I do not like spiders at the best of times, though over the years I have grown to tolerate the smaller ones, but still break out in a cold sweat at anything bigger than an inch (including the leg span).
One of my worst nightmares has always been a spider dangling in my face or being thrown at me.
This time, the arachnid launched itself and landed in my hair. It was so real, I woke up flailing my arms and screaming. Hubby nearly got a black eye as he tried to console me, but eventually I calmed down and managed to get back to sleep.
Only to dream of mice.
Or rather one, that seemed to have adopted me and no matter how hard I tried, wouldn’t give me up.
I have no problem at all with mice, and when we lived in Lincolnshire, we deterred them coming into the property with plug in sonar devices in the false ceilings and our conservatory. Watching them in the garden was fascinating, but we certainly didn’t want them indoors.
Despite my efforts to return this one to its family and natural surroundings, my dream finished with it making itself at home in the sleeve of my jumper….. while I was wearing it.
Finally, my mind turned to offices, lifts, and company politics.
I worked my final ‘office day’ on June 13th 2007, though there was no lift in that particular building, just a choice of three flights of stairs to the second floor and a long corridor with various offices off it.
Company politics were rife and contradictory, but that wasn’t why I left.
I had taken my early retirement package from the bank the year before, and we were selling our house to follow the idea of opening a B&B.
I’d already given my notice at the beginning of February but had agreed to stay on until they could find a replacement or we found a new property.
Neither happened actually, but having sold our house and moved into temporary accommodation, suddenly Hubby and I found ourselves on the road with the tent looking in earnest for a new home, which is how we ended up in Lincolnshire.
Why on earth my subconsciousness should throw these three unrelated items together is anyone’s guess.
Funnily enough though when I woke up, I felt refreshed. I’m still trying to work that out!