Nope I am not weirder than usual! It’s just my dreams. I don’t often remember them, but a few I do. These are somewhat unsettling as they involve my history, specifically work, something I thought that was put to bed.

I did my 40 years, just about, retired to a desert island, have a lovely house, a beautiful dog who provides tranquil love and affection, the sun shines most days, so why should that cursed thing work come back into my dreams?

Ok, my working career was not fully spotless! I made it back from lunch on every occasion, never failed. Perhaps some days, it would have been wiser to go home but I never professed wisdom, just perseverance. My nicknames, that I knew of were Old Dog -dogged and bastard. Longer explanation the last but it did include the word fair when said to my face.

So I never killed anyone or committed a heinous crime at work. Some dastardly crime that would lead to regret and guilt. The saddest thing, in summary, before I explain, is that I am always struggling to get back to work, to the office!

So the essence of the dreams that I remember. These are only partial snapshots as most is forgotten on waking.

I am normally on a journey back, never away. The friends and colleagues I see are from all the places I worked. There will be no names here as some I am sure are mixes of friends: very familiar, great conversation but different appearance.

The scenery is a miss mash of the Bank of England, London, Zambia, European Central Bank, Frankfurt and my imagination. I am in taxis, trains and planes: none ever reaching their intended destinations. I am always in different places, with different people, rushing and harassed.

The dreams exploit my slight fear of claustrophobia and greater fear of vertigo and edges. So I swing from camaraderie to anxiety. Warmth (no the sheets remain dry) and fear.

I have to get to the office to finish the trip/journey! I am not sure I have anything important to return or deliver, just need to complete the mission.

I always wake before a conclusion: premature awareness ? There is no romantic involvement although I met both my wives at the office: just the struggle to complete a journey!

On waking, I am exhausted and bewildered; the images are so strong and confusing, I am often disorientated. Thankfully the dreams are not so frequent but follow a similar path.

I tried the handy bible, Google. My incomplete journey is a personal need to still achieve something. Bit sad as I have no clue what I need to do!

But what is the scariest thing? While writing this, it occurred to me that I think work is the womb and I need to return!

If I am right, i surely need medical help!