In my final last few years of working as a nurse were rather stressful. However, I regularly had really good dreams. I remember saying, "I can't wait until I fall to sleep to see where my dreams will take me".
Since I retired a year and a half ago, my dreams have changed. I regularly have dreams where I'm struggling to deal with some sort of situation. Plus, a lot of my dreams have to do with nursing.
I attribute this change in my dreams to the change in my life. When my life was more stressful, my dreams were an entertaining escape. Now that my life is nothing short of being continually enjoyable, my dreams are more serious in nature.
Like last night, I had an uncomfortable nursing dream. I'll set the stage with this simple drawing:
I was at work and a morning meeting was called. A group of staff lined up as if in a roll call. There happened to be three male nurses named Dave and a good natured joke was made with little chatters of laughter.
While I was standing in the group, a patient in need of some heavy duty hygienic measure crawled up to me through the crowd. I immediately picked him up and carried him to a lower level, down stairs, where I knew I could clean him up. As I carried him through the crowd, I felt ticked that no one offered to assist me, and I was especially upset with the other two Daves.
As I carried the patient to the lower level, I saw that it was a mess, with dirty laundry and such strewn on the floor.
I laid the patient down by something that looked like a transporter from Star Trek and went to a washing machine to gather supplies in order to clean the patient up. When I returned, the patient was in the process of falling to the floor. I was happy to be able to block his fall, as his head did not hit the floor, but landed on my foot.
I bent over to examine the patient, and was shocked to see his head fall off of his neck. I was relieved when I saw wires coming out of his head, knowing that the patient wasn't a human being, but a robot.
I wondered if I should follow the paperwork fall protocol, since he was a robot and not a real human being. I decided to go ahead with the paperwork to CYA.
One of the Daves said he wouldn't worry about any paperwork, that I wouldn't be blamed for any patient neglect because the patient was a robot. I ignored the other Dave and went ahead and filled out the paperwork.
What is your interpretation of this nursing dream?
In my final last few years of working as a nurse were rather stressful. However, I regularly had really good dreams. I remember saying, "I can't wait until I fall to sleep to see where my dreams will take me".
Since I retired a year and a half ago, my dreams have changed. I regularly have dreams where I'm struggling to deal with some sort of situation. Plus, a lot of my dreams have to do with nursing.
I attribute this change in my dreams to the change in my life. When my life was more stressful, my dreams were an entertaining escape. Now that my life is nothing short of being continually enjoyable, my dreams are more serious in nature.
Like last night, I had an uncomfortable nursing dream. I'll set the stage with this simple drawing:
I was at work and a morning meeting was called. A group of staff lined up as if in a roll call. There happened to be three male nurses named Dave and a good natured joke was made with little chatters of laughter.
While I was standing in the group, a patient in need of some heavy duty hygienic measure crawled up to me through the crowd. I immediately picked him up and carried him to a lower level, down stairs, where I knew I could clean him up. As I carried him through the crowd, I felt ticked that no one offered to assist me, and I was especially upset with the other two Daves.
As I carried the patient to the lower level, I saw that it was a mess, with dirty laundry and such strewn on the floor.
I laid the patient down by something that looked like a transporter from Star Trek and went to a washing machine to gather supplies in order to clean the patient up. When I returned, the patient was in the process of falling to the floor. I was happy to be able to block his fall, as his head did not hit the floor, but landed on my foot.
I bent over to examine the patient, and was shocked to see his head fall off of his neck. I was relieved when I saw wires coming out of his head, knowing that the patient wasn't a human being, but a robot.
I wondered if I should follow the paperwork fall protocol, since he was a robot and not a real human being. I decided to go ahead with the paperwork to CYA.
One of the Daves said he wouldn't worry about any paperwork, that I wouldn't be blamed for any patient neglect because the patient was a robot. I ignored the other Dave and went ahead and filled out the paperwork.
What is your interpretation of this nursing dream?