Star Struck Style

A couple of days ago, I published a post describing my current state of restlessness in bed. I usually have no problem sleeping, so it is unusual for me to wake up more than a couple of times a night. The weird dreams I’ve been having lately haven’t helped the situation.

However, last night I had my most common recurring dream. I was waiting on tables in the restaurant where I worked for fifteen years. Normally, those dreams wake me up because my section keeps getting fuller and fuller, and I can’t keep up. Sometimes the dream includes a segment where I’m standing beside a table, waiting for some idiot customer to make up his or her mind, and they just keep asking me stupid questions — as if everyone else in the restaurant has nothing better to do than to wait for them to order a f***ing hamburger.

I’m normally roused by these dreams because they are stressful: waiting on tables could be a stressful job! But I haven’t been a waiter for nearly two decades now, so I don’t know why my mind always returns to this particular scenario.

Anyway, last night’s dream was a little different. There I was in the restaurant where I used to work, but I was serving this table of delightful women who were going out of their way to help me. It couldn’t have been a more enjoyable experience! The weirdest part was that Cyndi Lauper was one of the guests at the table. I don’t know of any dream dictionaries that include an entry explaining what it means to dream of Cyndi Lauper.

I did notice something interesting in my chart. I’ve got Mercury conjunct my natal Neptune today. I’ve attributed this current state of restlessness to Mars moving through my twelfth house, but with this particular aspect, perhaps I should be taking the opportunity to analyze the dreams that are waking me up a little more closely. Maybe I should be asking myself why my recurring restaurant nightmare has suddenly turned into a good dream featuring a special guest star.

The mind works in mysterious ways — even more mysterious ways when Neptune enters the picture. This is something that I’m going to need to figure out, because it’s sticking with me like a bad dream. The only difference this time is that I woke up feeling good.