I just realized that nearly all of my ‘dreams’ while sleeping are in fact nightmares–at least the ones I remember. I have them virtually every night, and usually remember at least the last one when I wake up. I can’t remember the last time I had a pleasant dream while sleeping. I don’t know why my brain treats me in such a way; I don’t have significant regrets, remorse, or guilty feelings.
Most of my nightmares are of times and places from twenty to forty years ago, and often involve school or jobs I hated early in my career. In the nightmares, I’m often looking for something (my classroom, locker, locker combination, my office, my car, or other things) and no matter how long or hard I look I’m never able to find it.
I’ve also noticed that I’ve never had a nightmare (of which I’m aware) involving my current career as an investment and wealth manager, not even during the extreme volatility of the Great Recession–an eleven-year window of no nightmares set in that timeframe.
I just realized something else: Although nightmares are part of my sleeping hours, I’m living a beautiful, beautiful dream while awake, and that makes me a lucky man indeed.