Dream of My Old Job

Writing about a dream I had so I can analyze it. 

As I drifted to sleep, my mind is transported into my old job as an Assistant English Teacher. I loved my old job. I was the celebrity, the funny comic relief character in children’s lives, and I proudly represented my country (despite everything that’s been going on in the US between 2018-2020 I did my very best to be the role model and example of how interacting with an American is like...however, there is no escaping stereotypes.). 

I was interacting with Japanese people, but the environment was different. It didn’t look like the same teacher’s rooms and offices I’ve ever been in. It was kind of dark like it’s a cloudy day outside. Things were a little bit gray scaled. I spoke with the principal in my broken Japanese skills begging for my old job back. 

I find this strange because I didn’t work directly under the school system. I worked for a third party corporation. I didn’t care much for the company or the staff there at all. They were all fake people, fake personas, little benefits. There were many situations where I had to choose to get gas, eat, or pay the bills. However, I did care for the schools I was assigned to. I worked hard for them and the children. It gave me purpose at the time. 

I don’t remember how the conversation carried on because next thing I knew, I was in an American style looking classroom with Japanese students and a Japanese teacher I used to work with. I did what I normally do in the classroom. Interact with the students, talked to them, listened to the teacher. Things were less gray. 

Then I woke up at 8:30 at night. 

I don’t understand this dream. I loved working in Japan as an English teacher, however it wasn’t the most glamorous job or lifestyle. I may sound crazy “What?! But you were in Japan!” But I chose the United States for a reason. This topic is a blog for another time. 

Well the US has pretty much gone to hell now. I won’t get political. I honestly don’t care for politics. I care about just being a good and honest person. 

But I’m curious...why would my subconscious beg for my old job back. Maybe I miss the way things were. I miss teaching, making a difference in someone’s life, making a little more money.  But I know I made the right decision to leave my job and come back here. My family need me.