Don't Grab My Zipper, Okay?#
After all, I still miss the life of the past.
There are three time periods that often appear in my dreams: one is high school, one is university, and the other is the place where I worked—Xinjiang.
In my dream, I returned to that place, not knowing what I was waiting for, just like when I first started working. I was just waiting there, with no one paying attention to me. The difference this time is that I was sitting here as an old employee who had left many years ago.
Strangely, the room I was in was actually the only office in the entire unit that openly disliked me?? Yet, throughout my dream, I had the most conversations with her.
Next to me sat someone whose name I couldn't recall, but I vaguely remembered was my elementary school classmate?
I really admire the human brain.
I rarely go out, so I seldom see new people and things, yet my brain can randomly select people from memories I barely remember? To fill in the gaps with completely unfamiliar faces.
There was a precedent; that face was very familiar, but I just couldn't remember where or who. Later, while chatting with friends and flipping through photos, I came across...
It's you! Zhang Jian!
"An interesting person," I remembered!
Back to my dream!
In the dream, aside from talking to the colleague I didn't get along with, I was constantly dealing with a stranger regarding a zipper? Yes, a zipper.
His zipper was broken, and mine happened to match his. He indicated he needed it, I indicated he didn't need it, and I expressed that I didn't want him to need it...
In this dream, the person who always bullied me and had the most hostility towards me was chatting with me like an old friend, while the others just exchanged a few hurried words before getting busy again. And I was still waiting, until I woke up...
A few things I care about:
- What was I doing there? What was I waiting for?
- Where have my friends gone?
- Why was it her office?
Analysis:
- Overall, I seemed to be quite familiar with everyone (except the stranger), and I wasn't in a working state. One possibility is that I was revisiting a place I once struggled in, to see old acquaintances. But a greater possibility is that I wanted to go back to work... The fact that I dreamt about it indicates that I really miss that time. So, what the stranger was grabbing was not just a zipper! What I was waiting for was probably a meeting with the boss.
- My friends wouldn't appear, of course, because shortly after I left, they also left one after another, so it makes sense that they weren't in the dream.
- Perhaps the person I was most familiar with was her. When I first arrived, she had just arrived too, always competing with me, wanting to grab everything, like a little student, openly bullying and secretly digging pits. She taught me the lesson that if you take from others, you owe them. I also learned that there are people in the world who naturally dislike you, and nothing you do can change that. Over time, I understood that I didn't need to be entangled in why she disliked me so much. Now, I am willing to secretly call her my teacher. In fact, she made me understand two very important things.
Missing a place means missing the people and things there; it's an atmosphere, a feeling. Now that I think about it, the colleagues and friends I had good relationships with are no longer there, so in the "teacher's" office, I hope to regain my former job and return to those times. Most of the familiar faces are gone, and next to me sits a stranger grabbing my zipper. Why bother?
People should learn to look forward,
Do you understand, you who always live in the past!