When I get stressed I blog, and I have strange dreams. I also have a massive spot on the side of my face, which I'm guessing may be related, but its the dream I had last night I was going to blog about.
I dreamed we had moved and I went in for the last day at one of my jobs, the one I've wanted out of for a long time. Everyone else was firing up their PCs as I came to say goodbye.
Then, bizarrely, loads of people from school seemed to be working at the office, although they were all the same age as I am now.
One girl who I used to be friends with but then had a very bitter teenage fallout with her. Her and another girl who were my bestest friends stopped talking to me for no great reason but would occasionally e-mail me to taunt me, and seemed to think they could go on tormenting me because I'd be desperate to be friends with them, until I completely cut contact; well, as much as I could living in the same small, remote community.
My small hometown is close enough that I find out if something major has happened in her life, and I'm sure she finds out the same about me. I haven't seen her in over a decade and haven't really spared her many thoughts in the same time.
Anyway, she explained that someone had texted her a complaint about the organisation so she'd texted back saying it was my fault, and showed me the text message.
I can't remember what the complaint was about, but the message was blaming me and saying that she couldn't be expected to remember things as she was pregnant. Our conversation then went something like:
"That's absolutely bollocks, and even worse that you 've blamed it on being pregnant."
She replied with "You're just jealous because you can't get pregnant again, and I'm having a girl which you really want. You're just totally bitter and past it."
By this point I became aware that everyone, including all the school cool kids, were listening in.
I said, "I'm in a much better place about the infertility and miscarriages now. And I'm not as past it as your marriage."
Then she stammered that that was "below the belt", and I said "Well, if you don't like it fuck off and don't speak to me, I'm happy the way I am without your shit."
An everyone looked impressed at me winning the argument, and my husband suddenly appeared in the way that people do in dreams, and I took his arm and we sauntered off for lunch.
That was an ace dream, wasn't it? I woke up feeling much better about everything, and then later the estate agent called to say the sellers were getting a move on with finding somewhere else to live and we might come to an agreement sooner than we thought.
It is completely bizarre that my subconscious threw up a way of making me feel better than involved a situation that I have long, long since moved on from... but then, I like to that it was a manifestation of me facing down old issues that have caused me pain in the past.