tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179072149199219335.post4972570778325124497..comments2024-02-14T15:13:21.422-05:00Comments on Aging Gratefully: Nightmare: Fear of FailureJunehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11710135137635433217noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179072149199219335.post-37778936952002776992011-05-22T20:31:26.616-04:002011-05-22T20:31:26.616-04:00I often wake up at 3 AM. A lot of women i know h...I often wake up at 3 AM. A lot of women i know have these anxiety dreams and also are in the 3 AM sistahood. I hope they pass for you. My last job was so awful (I privately called my boss Reptila, if that gives you an idea)I used to have this therapeutic exercise of blowing the place up in my mind (otherwise I'd obsess for hours about doing something I did wrong). Now I work for myself, which is isolating but overall better. Best thing I ever read was a Bill of Rights that said "I have the right to make mistakes." Who knew? I find that reminding myself of this and exercise helps w/ this stuff. Love your blog thank you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179072149199219335.post-88284966680098568852011-05-22T14:13:38.196-04:002011-05-22T14:13:38.196-04:00It's over two years since I retired and I stil...It's over two years since I retired and I still occassionally wake up from one of those anxiety filled dreams, but then I remember that I'm retired and have no responsibilities and I fall into peaceful sleep once again. One of the many joys of retirement is the absence of stress. Unfortunately the memory of years of anxiety lingers in my dreams. Thank goodness my reality is a better place than my dream world!#1Nanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04214011945298439939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179072149199219335.post-27460786968138619612011-05-22T12:28:18.435-04:002011-05-22T12:28:18.435-04:00Oh my goodness!
I thought this actually happened, ...Oh my goodness!<br />I thought this actually happened, unil the end, i did not read the beginning properly scooting over it a I wanted to eat a sandwich and sup my tea!<br />So Im happy it was a nightmare, coz i thought it was real for a minute.The Cranky Crone, she lives alone!https://www.blogger.com/profile/18008449764395110002noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179072149199219335.post-43397412370048676892011-05-22T12:27:29.959-04:002011-05-22T12:27:29.959-04:00Jane=Wicked Witch of the West, Bill=The Scarecrow,...Jane=Wicked Witch of the West, Bill=The Scarecrow, Rita=Miss Gulch (pre-Oz WWW). Hovering couple at door=The Wizard and Glynda both expecting something from you without explanation.<br /><br />Just remember...Dorothy made it home ok. And she never, ever, ate donuts before going to bed again. Or stood too close to windows in a tornado either.Lord Wellbournehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16871295386557996816noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179072149199219335.post-53166378671131329022011-05-22T10:00:35.262-04:002011-05-22T10:00:35.262-04:00Susan, I DO hate those dreams! Fear of loss of con...Susan, I DO hate those dreams! Fear of loss of control, fear of failure...it's the same thing. And I bet it does have something to do with what I ate before I went to sleep.<br /><br />Olga, Bill says stuff like that all the time, so I'm not sure that's the significant part. After I woke up I was CONSUMED, for a while, with thoughts of all the mean things women in my life have ever done to me. I think I trust men and fear women. And...I shouldn't eat, before sleeping, what I ate before sleeping last night. :-pJunehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11710135137635433217noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179072149199219335.post-10449933829058232152011-05-22T09:49:41.601-04:002011-05-22T09:49:41.601-04:00in comes Afternoon Boss Bill. He sees my shaking h...in comes Afternoon Boss Bill. He sees my shaking hands and tells me to calm down, it isn't worth getting so upset. <br /><br />Hmm...what could your unconscious mind be trying to tell you??Olgahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00692441479616299920noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179072149199219335.post-32971325584757252382011-05-22T09:35:15.442-04:002011-05-22T09:35:15.442-04:00Don't you hate these kind of dreams. Mine are ...Don't you hate these kind of dreams. Mine are similar...you are on ice, I'm usually on a bicycle in the snow. Old jobs and coworkers...the works. I never thought it was fear of failure, but of losing of control. Hang in there, and be mindful of what you eat at night. Sometimes that is a factor for me.Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05293768327215520595noreply@blogger.com