The SandPit

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The SandPit
Night shift at the BNVC.
The manager is micromanaging and trying to destabilize things. I'm working with a nice girl who tries real hard to do a good job (and she is) but she keeps getting thwarted by the micromanager who I believe is not stable herself. But that's another story.
I'm feeling a little pressured; haven't done the emergency veterinary clinic thing in quite a few years and as a matter of fact; I've been out of regular practice too and there's been a few changes which I can see in the way some types of cases are managed. So I'm trying real hard and reading everything I can in the workup of some kinds of problems, surgery etc. Cramming as much into my head as I can.
Around 2 pm I lay down for a few hours to sleep on the futon in the vet's office. There I had this most peculiar dream.
I dreamt that I went out the back door of the clinic into a snowy landscape of new construction. It was early spring. I was following the burms behind the clinic and found that I had lost my orientation and was no longer near the door of the clinic. Matter of fact, I was surprized to see that I couldn't identify the landscape at all and was now lost. I saw the back of a huge industrial unit marked by a number of doors of different sizes and colours none resembling the door that belonged to the clinic. where to go? Bushes and evergreens punctuated the landscape. You could get behind any of these bushes and not be seen at all from the vantage point of the building. All of a sudden, I slid into a sandy, snowy depression in the ground. It was an area of excavation into a field of sand that had been covered with a good layer of snow. The snow and the sand mixed together and was exceedingly slippery. I tried to crawl up the sides of the pit but kept falling back in realizing that the mixture made it impossible to gain any kind of purchase on the sides of what was really not a very deep depression in the earth. I was weak and couldn't even hoist myself up. I thought; they are going to lock up the clinic (it was morning and nearing 8 am; the sun was well up in the sky and there was traffic building all around) and I hadn't retrieved my things, my car keys, my cellphone, nothing. No way to call and get help and the bulldozers were coming. I felt complete paralyzing fear and woke with a jolt. Been way too long since I had that kind of nightmare.
Even now, several weeks later, when I talk to that tech I worked with that particular night; I can evoke the emotions of that nightmare again. Most revealing.