Last night, I dreamt I was going on a trip with a group of people; some of them were from my workplace and the trip was semi-work related. I am not completely sure, but I think we went to The Canaris (Spanish islands on coast of Africa).

We landed at an airport and got to our accomodation; a bungalow area. I shared bungalow with one of my collegues from work and with two other girls who I went to school with as a kid (We were 4 girls, all in all sharing the little house). In the bungalow was a small fridge and I bought masses of nice food and put in there; desserts, cheese, drinks, puddings etc. When I tried to offer the others a taste, they all said that they were on a diet. They had to think about slimming their figure for the beach.

I remember feeling quite pissed off by this, saying; "-Who ever decides to go on a diet when they are already on holiday? That is by far the stupidest thing I have ever heard. Besides that, it is a bit late to think about your bikini shape, the night before the beach, is it not? You should have been thinking about that during the long, dark winter."

"-Oh, so easy for you to say" they replied. Then they ignored me and I ate loads of desserts and cheese right in front of their eyes, in protest. The next day, the travel guide came knocking on our doors, assembling the whole travel group including my collegues. They explained that they had dubble-booked us and that we had to leave our accomodations. We had to wait around an entire day, walking around, sitting on the beach. It was windy and not particularly warm.

Then the travel guide came back and said that they had no place for us to stay that night and we would have to be moved back to Sweden- to Stockholm - just for the night. (We all come from Gothenburg, not Stockholm, so they wanted to take us back to the wrong part of Sweden, just for one night.) We were put on yet another plane and flown to Stockholm where we were housed in some ones appartment.

A male collegue of mine, who I am quite in love with in awake life, grumbled and lost patience. He said, that he wanted to take the train back to Gothenburg. It made me feel very anxcious. Every one were misearable and I tried to cheer them up.

"-But we have 5 days of holiday left, and tomorrow they will fly us back to the islands, they will offer us compensation and we can make the best of the situation." No one listened to me. The feeling in the dream was a feeling of failure and disappointment because no one were having a good time or making an effort.

I found this interesting:

I sometimes use food as a soother. I remember one time at work my supervisor was giving me a hassle about my production. At break time, I went and bought a bag of chocolate covered peanuts and ate them so fast I hardly tasted them.

Did an incident at work occur where a decision was made that you thought was really stupid and not thought out thoroughly? Did it make you feel angry? How did you handle it?

Thank you for your comments, both of you.

Yes, I did know that the Canary Islands means "dog islands" - but I am not sure that that is what my mind is associating to. I have been there in awake life, a number of times, to several of the islands, and I really did not like it, any of the times. Its über-commercial, filled with old people and there are really nothing interesting to do, besides lying in the sun. I think my mind associates the place with "not very relaxing holidays" or "dutifully trying to look like I am enjoying myself". My ex-partner forced me to go there to have holidays with his elderly parents a couple of times and it was very depressing, although I remained the loyally smiling daughter in law. I also went there with my own mother during a period when I was still a smoker, but my mother was not not to know - so that time it was a holiday of "abstinence".

Another main focus in the dream was on the contents of the bungalow frigde; the various desserts, cheese, drinks etc. It is probably significant that I had bought it all for all of us to enjoy and that I was trying to make the stay as pleasurable as possible. The dominating feeling of the dream is about me making a great effort to do the best of the situation, and how the others are being plainly negative and miserable. The girls in the bungalow don't want to be cheered up. They complain and I am very eager for us all to have fun, despite the problems with the travels, over-bookings, cold weather etc.

Concerning their statement of "slimming for the beach" and how angry it made me in the dream, I can only say that it is a feeling that I have had a lot in awake life during many years. People complaining, sitting around and not wanting to be helped or cheered up, looking at me and saying that "you have it so easy".
Like if there was not a massive effort on my part to remain positive, pull my act together, swallow disappointment, gather energy, exercise, take care of my things, fulfil my tasks etc. Two of the girls in the bungalow - the ones complaining the most - are from my past, persons I dont have any contact with any more; but what they had in common was this "easy-for-you-to-say" victimised attitude. In the past I did everything in my power to make them happy, but it only resulted in them disliking me for being generous and uprovoked, like if my behaviour just proved their point that "I had it so easy".

I dont think it has anything to do with any particular decision taken in my workplace. I think it is more a matter of my behaviour and my reactions to other people. I have never used food as a soother - I think I am more the kind of person who would use fantasy: books, or film or day dreaming as the soother. Or alcohol. Or frantic activity.