Post Traumatic Delivery Distress

I must confess I was not trained extensively in Psychology . I cruised through enough Psych classes at UWG to know when something is up. You know, psychologically.I don't know the legitimacy of PTDD,but I think I got me some.Now there are some dead-giveaways as to the symptoms of this possibly ficticious affliction. One possibility is to have worn brown,driven brown or been paid to deliver online purchases to ladies in robes and and slippers.I can still hear the incessant swish...swish of the slippers across the floor as the credit card wielding online shopper makes her way to the door.Who knock?...That one always got me.Who knock? Get up off your butt and come see.Who knock?I tell you who knocks on your door,a stressed out brown guy bearing your Dale Earnhardt commemorative plates.
I thought I was retired.According to last nights sleep allotment and many other sleepless nights,I am still a full-time delivery guy. Though the late night package delivery takes place in the dream world of the corporate juggernaut there is a direct correlation between every nightmarish catastrophy and a real life nightmarish catastrophy.Imagine a truck full of packages that WILL be delivered before you may get home to be with your family.The time? After dark-thirty.Now picture the same situation only in the suppossed safety of your own bed. Impossible dead lines,too much work,not enough time to do said work and it's friggin dark. You wake.Why am I sweating? Why am I so tired? Why am I stressed out of my mind? I was just asleep.Oh it was a brown dream.I'll just go back to ...YAWN!!!..to the exact point in the dream from whence I just awakened. No crap,the exact spot.No less work,still dark,still no time.Stressed out asleep.There has got to be something really unhealthy in this. For those who don't know,delivering packages in the dark does BITE. Picture yourself walking down a dark driveway with a box in your hand. Then out of the darkness comes the low rumble of...A BIG ASS DOG.Put the package on top of the nearest tallest object.Tell the dog, in your best "I am not intimidated", voice to "go away".Then when you are sure you can make it without hurting yourself,RUUUUNN LIKE HELL.
I had one of those nights last night.After a couple of attempts at returning to non brown dreams,I just got up.It's a lot less tirng and less stressful to just surrender.Get up,shake it off and say it "WAS JUST A DREAM".I guess maybe others are FLICTED with this annoying problem.I have friends that say they have the same dreams.Anyone educated enough want to do a study? Get a grant.The test bed is endless.