I am fortunate to dream. Mostly I work out whatever is on my mind in my dreams when I am fortunate enough to sleep. I have slept this week, the deep sleep where I wake up and remember nothing but the dark, still of sleep. That was unusual, so a normal week of dreaming involves dreaming about working in the restaurant again.
The last restaurant dream, a week ago, involved reopening the restaurant after a semi-annual closing and working the dinner shift. The owners had revamped and simplified the menus. I was unfamiliar with it all. Everything was not back in its right place yet, so I couldn’t find the tickets on which to write the orders. I had a busser who did not know to fill the water glass of each guest. We had no ice. I went to get a glass, and the whole shelf of them fell on the floor behind it, then in front of it. None of the glasses broke. The owners watched me. I felt like I did everything wrong or not well enough on my first night waiting dinner tables with no preparation. It was awful.
In the dream, I left the restaurant at mid-day after working the night shift, wearing a sari of white that faded into light blue and had many layers to it and nothing sparkly. I passed current co-worker of mine going the opposite direction who had on a dark, turquoise sari with purple accents. I was headed toward a town square that had grass and lots of people and small hills. When I got there, some people tried to kidnap me. My mom was there, too, not wearing a sari, but dressed in regular Americana clothing. I stayed away from her to protect her. I woke up before anything happened to me.
I remember when I started my current job last August. It took weeks to stop having restaurant dreams. The last one involved serving people outside, and again I could not find the tickets on which to write the orders or the bill holders, and the restaurant was a block away for some reason from the tables, or the tables took up a full block on an incline, and I wore the wrong clothes. Lots of anxiety. Lots of fear of failure or feeling like I wasn’t set up to succeed. Lots of people yelling at me in that dream. I have no regrets about leaving the restaurant business.