From The Desk of: Your Subconscious
May. 8th, 2009 03:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sinanjuWoke up yesterday morning from a...nightmare? It was definitely an unpleasant dream, but I'm not sure it qualifies as a nightmare. But then, how bad does a dream have to be to qualify? Movie-style, wherein you wake up in a cold sweat or screaming? By that standard, I haven't had a nightmare since I was a small child. Just an unpleasant situation that you're oh so relieved to realize was only a dream and not your real life?
Then yeah, I have nightmares occasionally. And this was one.
So my lovely and talented wife Snippy and I were at the mall or some such place. And we ignored some guys we walked past who were trying to talk to us. (Fairly common situation in downtown Portland with all thebums street people panhandling there.)
Only these were more like wise guys. Robert DeNiro and Joe Pesci types. And by failing to engage with them following some arcane rules they followed, we were insulting them. So they began to harass us. This went on for a while despite our best efforts to ignore, then to reason with, and then to confront them. At some point, they were in our house causing us some inconvenience and haranguing us.
Somewhat later in the dream, we're in a big group of people in a house somewhere, apparently all staying there for the weekend. Again, we were being compelled to participate. I was annoyed and trying to find a way to avoid participating and/or to leave. Then we're all sitting around in the living room talking and one of the strangers stands up and I realize it's my friend Rory. In fact, they're all people I know, friends or friends of friends.
Rory announces that we're going to have to revise the plot of the game because it's clearly not working for everyone (meaning me). It's at this point that I realize that we're all engaged in essentially a big live-action roleplaying game--only NOBODY TOLD ME! I have no idea what the game is about, who the other people are playing, whom I'M supposed to be playing, or what I should be trying to do.
Snippy wants to leave because I'm being a pill and so everyone else can enjoy the game without interference. I'm pissed off because everyone seems to think that I'm being deliberately obtuse when, in fact, now that I know what the hell is going on I'm prepared to play. Nobody seems to recognize (or hear me when I tell them--repeatedly) that maybe I'd have been more cooperative if I'd known what the hell was going on. Everybody else had their character sheets and crib notes. I had nothing! Nothing!
Then I woke up.
So, let's recap. In the dream, everyone else knew what they were doing. They all had their role to play. I was stumbling around without a clue, not liking where I was or what I was doing.
In real life, everyone else is employed. They all have their jobs.* I am unemployed and have no idea where or when I'll get another, and not liking that feeling much at all.
Nah--the parallels here don't mean anything, I'm sure....
*Okay, not everyone. But your unemployment situation is frankly not as worrisome to me as my unemployment situation. Self-centered, I know, but there you are.
Then yeah, I have nightmares occasionally. And this was one.
So my lovely and talented wife Snippy and I were at the mall or some such place. And we ignored some guys we walked past who were trying to talk to us. (Fairly common situation in downtown Portland with all the
Only these were more like wise guys. Robert DeNiro and Joe Pesci types. And by failing to engage with them following some arcane rules they followed, we were insulting them. So they began to harass us. This went on for a while despite our best efforts to ignore, then to reason with, and then to confront them. At some point, they were in our house causing us some inconvenience and haranguing us.
Somewhat later in the dream, we're in a big group of people in a house somewhere, apparently all staying there for the weekend. Again, we were being compelled to participate. I was annoyed and trying to find a way to avoid participating and/or to leave. Then we're all sitting around in the living room talking and one of the strangers stands up and I realize it's my friend Rory. In fact, they're all people I know, friends or friends of friends.
Rory announces that we're going to have to revise the plot of the game because it's clearly not working for everyone (meaning me). It's at this point that I realize that we're all engaged in essentially a big live-action roleplaying game--only NOBODY TOLD ME! I have no idea what the game is about, who the other people are playing, whom I'M supposed to be playing, or what I should be trying to do.
Snippy wants to leave because I'm being a pill and so everyone else can enjoy the game without interference. I'm pissed off because everyone seems to think that I'm being deliberately obtuse when, in fact, now that I know what the hell is going on I'm prepared to play. Nobody seems to recognize (or hear me when I tell them--repeatedly) that maybe I'd have been more cooperative if I'd known what the hell was going on. Everybody else had their character sheets and crib notes. I had nothing! Nothing!
Then I woke up.
So, let's recap. In the dream, everyone else knew what they were doing. They all had their role to play. I was stumbling around without a clue, not liking where I was or what I was doing.
In real life, everyone else is employed. They all have their jobs.* I am unemployed and have no idea where or when I'll get another, and not liking that feeling much at all.
Nah--the parallels here don't mean anything, I'm sure....
*Okay, not everyone. But your unemployment situation is frankly not as worrisome to me as my unemployment situation. Self-centered, I know, but there you are.
