I am dreaming.

If I could spend my whole life dreaming, I would.

Dreaming of shredding paper

I know exactly where this dream came from, and so it’s intriguing to note once more how images of fear can stamp themselves onto your subconscious. Actually, I don’t remember much about this dream at all. During my day at work, I’d tried to use a paper shredder. I took a wad of paper and tried to shred it all. Unfortunately the wad was too big and the shredder became jammed. For about a minute I felt an irrational sense of fear because I’d been so dumb and thought I might have broken the machine.

After that minute I thought about what was going on and realised there was no need to get worked up about it; I wasn’t going to get into trouble. I got one of the office girls to help me unjam the shredder and all was well.

In my dream I was using the same shredder but was being careful not to use too much paper. The feeling I had while doing this was one of intense joy (well, as much joy as it’s possible to get from using a paper shredder).

That’s all of them dream I remember, and it seems to be a reflection of a small moment of my day. Something learnt, nothing lost.

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One Response to “Dreaming of shredding paper”

  1. cine on June 10th, 2007

    You dream no more now?

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    This is my blog about dreams. It's nothing more than that. We all dream, and we all wonder what those dreams mean. I'm no different.


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