Stuck on top a Wet Roof

The dream this morning had me working with a small group of people in a small restaurant. The restaurant was in a small house. It looked very much like a residential home that has been converted into a restaurant.

It had been raining and I can see everything is wet. I have this feeling or some reason that I need to escape and get away from these people. Something about this place and these people irritates me. I pick up a cordless telephone. I want to call someone to come get me. I look at the receiver and I see the handset is missing it's battery. This, of course, prevents me from being able to communicate with anyone. I am in a panic and go run out of the building.

Since I cannot call for help I am now intent on hiding from these people. I climb up on the flat roof of the house. The top of the building is bisected by a wall about two foot high. I climb up and manoeuvre near it. I must duck and navigate around high voltage power lines to reach it. The entire roof is soaking wet from the rain that fell earlier. When I reach the wall it disintegrates like wet newspaper pulp. It is the damn oddest thing to see. Then I wake up.

What the heck was this all about? There must be unconscious metaphorical meanings in all this. The phone certainly reflects a feeling of powerlessness. I have a subconscious desire to communicate and I do not have the power to speak.  The disintegrating roof could be my own version of hitting the proverbial glass ceiling only my personal version is soggy and collapsing under my feet.

An objective analysis of  the current state of affairs is pretty close to accurate. I really would like to feel some sense of satisfaction at having succeeded at expressing and communicating my own truth. I actually wrote a concise letter to the Veterans Affairs office in Minnesota today. I shared my personal history and made a case in opposition to the repayment of benefits they say I owe them. I channelled my frustration in hopefully a positive way.

The other symbol of the dream, the mushy roof, prompts me to reconsider the emotions I felt when I dropped out of school last month. I had a brief euphoric feeling when I thought I might have finally have gotten on top of my education situation. Sadly my foundation turned into wet paste and I am back where I started. I am stuck on top of the heap of courses I have taken for the last 15 years. I have the sense that I have gone as far as my abilities have allowed. Now I am up to my eyes in debt and I still have no degree. Which pretty much sucks.

I want a happier dream outcome. I want to grow some wings and get out of this muck. I need a vacation from my nagging worries and something to give me some hope. This dream needs some happy sunshine. I could move the house/restaurant to Bermuda, dry it out and go to beach for a sandwich and a beer. Hell it's my dream! Screw my unconscious! I keep hearing our easy it is to reprogram it. That is what all the new age gurus claim we all can do. Why not? We'll see!