I do have annoying dreams about it but I wouldn’t call them nightmares per se.
For example: The phone is ringing. And ringing. And ringing. I pick it up but can’t make it work properly. Still it rings. I push every button, (which morph around, or sprout from the handpiece or something) try to make sure it’s plugged in, (usually into something stupid like, the computer, scanner, a toaster, the phone book) I can’t answer the damn phone no matter what I do.
I occasionally have a variation or two of that one.
I have a vague recollection of another dream wherein once, I was trying to ship something vitally important overseas and I kept somehow addressing it to my own office.
I’d call them basic frustration, fear-of-being-incompetent dreams.
Wow misstee, me too on all counts. I worked for Pizza Hut off and on for three years all kinds of hours. And I live in Iowa and am wondering what we ever did?
I used to have nightmares about little severed fingers and grossly ground up hands.
I work with big bologna slicers and lots of different sealing machinery and they all have the little red circles with a line across them and fingers separated from hands all over the place.
I know when I am working too many hours when I have those dreams.
I also had a dream about when I worked at Bob Evans that my bed was in the front lobby and I was having sex with someone and people kept intrupting me because they wanted to be seated or get their checks paid for.
One of my summer jobs during college was sterilizing glassware for a pharmaceutical company. All my dreams were filled with the sound of clinking glassware and the hiss of steam.
After I had my daughter, I once woke up from a dream in a panic, because I didn’t know where Mommy was. Then I remembered “I’m the Mommy, and I’m right here,” and everything was okay.
Sometimes, if I’m stuck on a painting, I will dream I am painting it and then I can actually do it in real life when I wake up. Those are good dreams.
Not anymore. I think it’s because even though the work is difficult sometime, my co-workers are all low-stress people.
When I worked at NEC, though, I had two division chief-level bosses, and neither of them were capable of phrasing what they wanted in a coherent sentence, either in Japanese or English. There were times when Boss A would say “Do it like X”, so I’d do it, at which point Boss B would say “Why are you doing it like X, you’re supposed to do it like Y”, and Boss A would be standing over his shoulder saying “Yeah, why aren’t you doing it like Y?” My last two weeks there I was having nightmares of this kind of scenario every single night.