Another morning, another series of nightmares related to my job. Well... this one maybe not my current job per day, but definitely a foodservice job. Nothing like the anxiety and anger associated with your bedroom alarm clock being replaced with a kitchen printer.... that just vomited about 20 feet worth of breakfast orders that I have to cook now before I can leave my home.

Luckily that phase of my dream ended soon enough but then I found myself sitting in the back of a car with a drooling 1000 mile insane blank stare. And then guess what? I still have to cook food for people!

I hate these chronic anxiety ptsd induced dreams related to my field of work. Sometimes I know what's going on and I can deal with it by smashing plates and equipment to eject myself from DreamWorks, but most times... its a roller coaster and I'm strapped in and I have no choice but to be taken on this ride against my will! Several times in the last year I've had to double down in the morning with my anti anxiety pills cause the cooking nightmares have me so wound up anxious that I'm shaking and I can't get my mind out of this loop of dread!

I dont know what to do. My life solely revolves around kitchen work and its making me more and more reclusive, as well as other things ill save for another journal...