Shark Attack

Yesterday evening, it must have been 9 pm or so, I got an email from someone in The Management. I mean real management, in my company, in the real world, nothing to do with the monsters. The email was asking about the project I have in my team. There is some risk of project delay, despite of everyone's efforts, and one of the bosses was asking what we could have done differently, and what else we can do differently going forward.

As I often do, I took it very personally. First, a whole bunch of people were copied on it (the email was a "reply all", so it could have just happened). Second, I took it as personal criticism of me and the team. I probably should not, but I did. I immediately jumped into a defensive mode, and even wanted to reply immediately to say that I cannot see anything else we could have done, and so on. But then I stopped. I know that in all situations like that my thinking is strongly biased by the emotions, so I decided to let these emotions die away first. I do not need to reply immediately at 9 pm. So I went to sleep.

I dreamt about sharks that were attacking me. The dream appeared immediately upon falling asleep, not at 4 am. I managed to run away, but the sharks are very much symbolic of that event. Sharks are very quick, they attack by surprise, and the worst thing one can do is to panic. One needs to thing about the way to deal with them.

I had another dream at 4 am - quite pleasant though, although not until the end. It fits the ones I wrote earlier about, see "The Monsters of Unachievement."