Background: I’m in my late sixties, retired from work. Am a rather timid, thin-skinned, socially awkward individual – not brilliant at standard human interaction, which has always had for me a considerable likelihood of – traumatically for me – going wrong. I’m someone for whom Internet message boards – “human interaction lite” – could have been made: if only this scene could have come about, decades before it actually did…
Working to earn a living, was never a very happy experience for me; compounded by my foolishly never having acquired marketable skills which would have played to my personal strengths. That being so: I am finding retirement, with sufficient funds pension-wise for a comfortable though not extravagant life – pretty much bliss. (I’m not in the US – and if the state- pension-and-related-payments “rug” which obtains for me at present, were to be suddenly jerked from under me, I’d be in trouble.) Am in the happy situation of being able to contentedly live alone, and to have as much interaction with people – Internet, and “meatspace” – as I wish; and no more – and have basically, plenty to do and to take an interest in.
I’ve always had vivid and often bizarre dreams, and have frequently remembered them: for most of my life, those have tended to be entertaining, rather than particularly unpleasant. In recent years, though – since retirement – I’ve come to be having, overall more nights than not: rather bad dreams, about my being in unpleasant situations. Said situations can be messed-up ones involving my screwing things up in my job ( which in the dream can be either stuff which I’ve done for a living in real life, or stuff which I never have); or my getting into quarrels with fellow-humans over assorted issues; or both. Most often, these disagreeable situations seem to be hideously complicated ones – I wake up in the morning from the latest dream thinking “thank heaven, that complicated stuff was just in the dream – my real life is blessedly so much simpler”.
It occurs to me to wonder whether this is all just random; or whether there is – be it psychologically / scientifically, or woo-ish / “the things that are not seen, taking a hand” – some element of redressing the balance: my life at present is more comfortable , than that which most of mankind is going through – dreams acting as a reminder, against my getting too complacent / comfortable? (I find this whole “dreaming” thing a fairly minor annoyance; but it is sometimes a bit of a disincentive re going to bed.)
Would be interested to know whether anyone else has experienced anything along these lines – “comfortable and tranquil waking life, counterbalanced by abundant ugly dreams”.