Thursday, February 21, 2019

Nightmare Heebie-Jeebies

The other day I was chatting on the telly with my daughter, Alexandra, and she was telling me about a dream she’d had about her job. She works as a teller at a bank and in the dream she was the only teller working that day and the line of people was never ending. It just went on and on and on. She said when she woke up she was actually quite anxious.

Which got me to thinking about the times I’ve had waitressing nightmares. The first one I had was about rolling silverware. In real life, it had been an incredibly busy week and every night at work I had rolled dozens of sets of silverware. Rolling silverware is something we typically do at the end of each shift, when we are done with all our cleanup. It’s rather relaxing and I enjoy doing it. Kind of theraputic, really. So simple that I can carry on a conversation while I am doing it. One napkin, two forks, one knife.

Anyway, after a week of rolling silverware every night at the end of the shift, I’d probably rolled several hundred napkins with two forks and a knife wrapped up nicely inside. And then I had the dream, or rather the nightmare. 

I was standing in the waitress station, looking out into the dining room as the customers were opening up their napkins and taking the silverware out. People were startled, and were asking questions, such as, “Why do I have four forks?” Or, “Why do I have three spoons, a knife and no fork?”

“Why is my napkin empty? Where is my silverware?” 

I was terribly distraught and embarrassed and did not want to admit that I had been the one that had rolled the silverware. I couldn’t ‘fess up that I’d make the huge mistake. 

When I woke from the dream I was in a panic, sweaty and anxious. 

Another time I had a dream that I was serving a table of 16 people. They each started out with a full glass of iced water, but when I first went to the table to tell them the feature and take their drink orders, I noticed that most of the glasses of water were already empty, or nearly so. So before I even told them the feature or took their drink orders I dashed off to get water to refill their glasses. When that was done, I was again going to tell them the feature and take their drink orders. Once more I noticed that the water glasses needed refilling, so again I went to get the water pitcher to refill them. Once done I proceeded to start telling them the feature and take the drink orders, only, again, you guessed it, their water glasses were in need of being refilled. This continued ad infinitum

Finally, I woke from this horrible, terrifying experience. That particular nightmare haunted me for days. It gave me the heebie-jeebies for I don’t know how long. It was dreadful. 

Since I am not much of a night-time dreamer, I don’t put much stake in my dreams, but perhaps there is something to be learned from these nightmares? 

1 comment:

  1. I understand this only too well. I still now after all these years since retirement have a dream about having to go back to work at the newspaper and I am just lost as to what to do. It can indeed be a scary thing. And, I don't have a clue as to what awkward dreams might mean. LOL