It’s funny what parts of my life have really become integrated in my subconscious. I spent 6 years in grade school (1-6 grade), 3 years in junior high (7-9 grade), 3 years in high school (10-12 grade), 4 years in college, and have been in the workforce for 18 years. I lived in my parents’ house for 17 years fulltime and 4.5 years part-time (summers during college) and have been on my own for 18 years. I almost never dream about work or work people. I never dream about being on my college campus, but I often dream that I’m back at high school to take a test, and I can’t find my way around because I’ve been off at college. (Apparently my subconscious has a large share of vanity, or possibly duty: it’s never that I’ve been cutting class, always that I missed class due to some kind of college early admittance program, but I still have to go back for exams.)
I often dream about my family. Once in a while people from grade school pop up – not necessarily people I was ever especially close to, though. I can only remember a few times coworkers appeared in dreams, though again, it wasn’t anyone I was (or wanted to be) very close to. I often dream I’m in my parents’ or grandparents’ house, though often in an idealized version. One of my favorite recurring dreams is where I go around a corner in a small rowhouse (whose house varies) and find a whole series of spacious rooms, sometimes even with a balcony that had long views over green fields or valleys.
I don’t ever seem to dream about anywhere else I’ve lived. And I hardly ever dream about Rudder, but he’s often just there, beside me in whatever else I’m doing in the dream.