My dreams have been consistent this past month, I haven't had a night without a dream that I could remember at least in some part of for the better part a month now. I have a suspected cause but, I'll save that for down the road to explain. For now let me cover last night's dream in this format:
I was involved in training these people from Mubia we were in this four story building that the country of Mubia had bought from America and we were training these people to become Americans. The first session was about soap and the various kinds and types of soap each training team had to list 6 different types of soaps and each team had a different soap product there were multiple varieties as there were multiple products. This was fine some folks couldn't come up with 6 and others were coming up with several more than six. This afour story building must have been dorm like because that is where the people foprm Mubia were staying along with the trainers. I was giving an ad hoc training session on electric lighting and switches when the word came that I was supposed to be somewhere else giving instruction on something else. While I was scampering to get to the classroom, I passed some high ranking officer from Mubia and out of reflex I saluted him and he proceeded to dress me down as that wasn't customary to salute anyone even those of my own country and how dare I do this! I get to my training team only to learn that our team was responsible to train in music and I had the good fortune to be training on different speeds and tempos in Latin. Those terms that I have no idea what the hell they mean and no time to research. Google wasn't permitted at this facility. No explaination provided for that it just wasn't it was to be solely trainer knowledge. I was in panic mode this dream was becoming a nightmare quickly. When I awoke I sought an understanding or explaination of why this content what was this dream explaining.
The first was that I needed to add more culture to my current book, it spans three different time spans in history and the culture for two of them is a little short on the copy.
The second was an insight that is just as telling, I looked back to that terrible year I spent in fourth grade, thinking about how I would miss assignments and wondering how and why I would miss an assignment. It was clearly written on the chalk board and yet I had missed it, I hadn't done the assignment and not just one assignment several times this was happening. Mysteriously, these missed assignments were happening when I was traveling to Oxford, and Cincinnati in an attempt to gain an understanding why I was having this trouble in school.The teacher nor anyone else was connecting those dots and leaving to a confused 10 year old was less than a justifiable plan.
The third was a repeat of the second only later in life. I had been working for sometime and I was a supervisor in my department. Work was stressful, I wasn't in love with what I was doing but I was performing the assignments and supporting my staff as best as I knew how. I was at home one Friday night when I started having severe stomach pains, bend over pains, I hope I am dying pains so that they will subside pains. A trip to the hospital ER kept me over night and sent me home suggesting that I seem this specialist as soon as I could get into see him. It took a couple days, the medicine that the hospital subdued the pain a little, very little. I parked myself in my bed until I could see the specialist. Turned out it was diverticulitis and he prescribed a colonoscopy and sent me to another specialist. That procedure now completed and I needed to have a note to return to work, so the following Monday, I have a 8 o'clock appointment to get the release to return to work, 9:30 I have it and I head to my office. I get there an start looking for my manager to get caught up and deliver the release, she isn't to be found, I look for another manager, she isn't around either, not that unusual they take breaks together to keep up on events of the morning and or the weekend as this was Monday. Someone asked me why I was here, so I go into explanation of my medical experience, the diverticulitis. No all the manager and supervisors have been called to a special mandatory meeting that morning at a training site 30 minutes away, everyone of them is there. I call my manager for instruction, the meeting is almost over or so she thought. Stay at the office and I'll bring you up to speed when I get back, no need for you to travel out here now. Apparently, the next 3 hours changed the culture of the office and what my responsibilities were to an discernible degree that my manager was so distraught at the changes in her own responsibilities that she wasn't able to convey the changes that were mine. She was no longer my manager and the rules and culture were changed in one meeting which I missed. I never recovered attempt as I did. One meeting it is difficult at times to not be bitter. It is difficult even today to forgive. I am better off without them in my life.
I next worked on understanding the culture changes that the Mabia people were about to undergo. Imagine if you will living on beans and rice or beans without rice or just rice and walking suddenly into a Walmart or a Super-Walmart with isles of different foods or racks and racks of clothing in every size and color and rows of  shoes when you are barefooted as the only pair of sandals disappeared in the night many season ago. Culture shock. In a major degree Culture shock!