#6 – It’s All Business

Dream from December 10, 2013

In an enormous office building. Looks like a law firm. Intimidating but elegant in appearance. The aesthetics are simplistic and natural, very twenty-first century…

Lots of staircases and floors. Tall panoramic wide glass windows letting the most sunlight in, reducing the electricity bill, and reinforcing the company’s green movement. People in suits all around. Lawyers, attorneys, bank accountants, people with egos the size of Texas. I’m in a beige suit, Hall of Fame style. Walking down a window side sets of stairs that is cutting edge with geometric features boasting that the company is fresh and innovative. Family is with me. I get a snack from a vendy with a credit card for 1 dollar. But it isn’t equipped with a credit card reader, hmmm…

I go to a rather ambitious section perhaps for a job interview but soon back out for  unknown reasons, maybe because it’s for people who are vocal and outgoing,  something I am not too good at and shy away from. The dream shifts away to me gazing into a glass look in room. There are kids playing with toys on the black threadbare carpet. I walk out the front glass doors of the building into the parking lot of the Nazarene Church in Jackson, my uncle Jack walking with me. There are many cars parked about. I arrive at the back of our car, a Ford Taurus SE. Mom tells me to take some candy, assorted taffies, she has in her hand. “Give it to the security guard or they’ll bust you”, she says, talking about my credit card. I don’t have money on it anyways.

P.S. A search for “vendy” on Google Images does not bring up vending machines but something completely different. I still think it’s a cute pet name for the machine.

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#5 – Denial

Dream from December 5, 2013

A short dream burst tonight…

Suddenly I am standing by the street near my old house on Erie Road, waiting for something. A lush row of trees surround both sides of the blacktop entrance. A woody forest of underbrush lines the opposite side of the street. My cozy little mobile home tucked into the somberness of the countryside, civilization a couple miles away beyond the railroad tracks. Something keeps on passing by. A bus? Car? Person? Tank?? Did it tip over? Whatever it is seems to want me to come along but I keep refusing, just standing there like a house on the side of the road.

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Ah, the cherished moments of that house, how I wish they could be relived. The crispness of the fresh cut grass and the sweet sounds of nature being heard with the intense city far away in the distance. It was a different life for me then, one that was much simpler and carefree. Responsibility was as foreign to me as the land of China.

#4 – A Cancerous Dream

Dream from December 2, 2013

Tonight the amazing dream express transports me through the clouds to a place I am very familiar with – my elementary school at Parma. The school of the blue floors and purple doors as I fondly remember it. Its long hallways and kiddie size rooms still vividly painted onto the back of my retinas…

The mysterious master of disguise that is my subconscious has chosen a particular room to relay events and entertain an unseen audience. Like having a blindfold over my eyes, I suddenly find myself in the kindergarten room, previously taught by a then young Mrs. Comden, and yes that name stirs up many jokes, ones that I didn’t understand when I was little. I am at least five here and am sitting at the table against the back of the big cork board, frequently featuring puzzles in the works, little books full of interesting pictures, and those big, colorful foam letters that motivated me to learn the alphabet. Out of nowhere, a woman hands me a translucent Tupperware container and, to my absolute horror, says it’s cancer. Huh? A dreadful pulse rushes down my back. She peels the lid off the box, revealing what’s inside. Something slimy and a pale milky yellow is slowly moving around. A big greasy blob with bits of hair in it. It gives off a foul odor, like the stench of sick patients in a nursing home. I immediately start to feel nauseous and quite disgusted, barely able to look at the cancerous substance that is right under my nose. I start scraping off the top of the lid with a piece of paper, but what I should have done is push the box away, chuck it across the room, or asked “What the f**k is this, lady?”

After that revolting scene, I suddenly find myself in a huge industrial warehouse with many small rectangular windows, the kind a fast car could easily fly through at any moment to the sweet sound of glass shattering everywhere. The sun is shining brightly through those windows. There are wood boards stacked on platforms around the facility. I am wearing a fake black beard and looking into an unseen camera, trying to act, but not really into it. My sister is also there along with others that I can not identify. I’m not sure what warehouse I am in but I think it’s reminiscent of a scene from Breaking BadTop Gun, or Cast Away at the very beginning.

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