Many years ago, when I was still a Nurse, I had a very vivid dream which I remember to this day.
I was in an old fashioned galleon ship, think King Henry VIII’s Mary Rose. I was in a compartment on the ship which was air and watertight, and I knew the ship was sinking. I knew that I was going to die, but I also knew that it was a dream so that I was safe to choose.
My choice was either to remain in the airtight compartment and suffocate, or open the door, let the water in, and drown.
In real life I was thinking of going for a promotion, and went for several interviews at some distance to where I lived.They would all have involved a move of house. I felt that I had come to a stalemate in my work environment, I had little respect for my immediate boss, and guess that I felt that I could do a better job than she did.
Several weeks after having the dream, after I had turned down a job promotion 200 miles away, I was talking to a friend about it. He asked me about the joboffer, and I told him that I had decided not to move away.
What had I done in my dream? I had decided to stay where I was and suffocate.
PS In case you are wondering, not long after this I started on my complementary therapy journey.