So this morning I wake up, heart pounding like crazy, covered in sweat. Again. Another freaking construction dream. Felt so real – the noise, the dust, even that weird smell of wet concrete. Been happening at least twice a month lately. Figured I should write it down, maybe someone else gets this weird crap too.
The Start of the Dream
Always starts the same way. I’m standing barefoot on rough, cold dirt. Sun’s blinding hot overhead, but my feet feel freezing. Somehow I know I gotta build something big, something important. No clue what exactly. Just… build. Felt urgent, like time was running out. Saw a huge pile of planks nearby, rough-cut wood splintering everywhere. Grabbed one instinctively. Heavy. Grain digging into my palms. That’s when I realized – no tools. Not a single hammer or nail anywhere.
Getting Stuck (Like Always)
Panic started creeping in. Looked around desperately. Saw other people – shadowy figures, really – already working. They had hammers clanging, saws buzzing. Couldn’t see their faces, just blurred shapes. Tried yelling for help. Nothing came out. Throat felt glued shut. Tried carrying the plank over anyway. Felt like wading through thick mud. Every step took ages. Looked down and saw my feet sinking into dirt that turned into weird, sticky clay.
This Weird Turning Point
This part’s always super strange. Frustration boiled over. Almost threw the stupid plank down. Then… I dunno… I just got mad. Really mad. Instead of struggling towards the others, I jammed one splintered end of the plank hard into the stupid mud-clay. Pushed down with all my weight. Used my bare hands to scoop wet dirt around it to make it stand. Wobbly as hell, but it stayed. Did the same thing with another plank nearby. Leaned them together. Suddenly, it felt less impossible. Still alone, still no tools, but actually doing something? Even if it was just these two dumb planks leaning like a teepee.
Waking Up & Trying to Make Sense of It
That’s usually when I jerk awake. Hands still feel gritty, heart racing. Takes a few minutes to shake the feeling that I really was out in some dirty field building nonsense. Why? Why does my stupid brain keep doing this? After the 5th or 6th time, I got spooked enough to poke around online and chat with folks. Here’s the junk that kinda seems to fit:
- Feeling Overwhelmed: Big project at work? Check. Feels huge, impossible sometimes. Like stacking bricks without mortar.
- Stuck Without Resources: Yeah. Boss wants results yesterday but won’t approve the software we actually need. Classic ‘no tools’ vibes.
- Trying to Build Something New: Maybe trying that new side hustle thing? Feels fragile, leaning like those wobbly planks.
- Urgency! Turning 40 next month. Clock feels loud right now, okay?
Honestly? Not sure which one nails it, or if it’s just all that stress piled up mixing into one weird overnight movie starring me and some dirt. But that feeling after shoving the plank into the mud? Waking up clinging to that weird satisfaction of making it stand, even kinda shaky? That feels real. Like maybe my brain’s screaming, “Start SOMEWHERE, you dummy! Even if it’s messy!”. Still wish it’d chill out and give me a beach dream instead.
