I continue to be depressed, as I have entered my third year of unemployment, interspersed by underemployment.
On the anniversary of my being laid off, I dreamed that the owner of the company where I worked was killed by a brick which flew from an exploding building. I ducked; the brick went through the small business owner cleanly. His guts were on the other side of the brick. A rectangular hole was in his chest. He knew that he was dying.
In this dream, I drove away from the mayhem. I’m not sure if war or Armageddon was happening. I was driving in a heavy rainstorm without any working windshield wipers. Maybe it was nighttime. It did not matter. I kept driving although I could not see where I was going. Easily that is a metaphor for the past two years. I’m moving, but I cannot see where I am going. I do not know where I am going.
I have no direction right now in my life. Juggling three part time/temporary jobs is not working for me.
