(Entered in paper journal at 8:29 AM at Starbucks on 29th Street and Fifth Avenue in Manhattan.)
Dream #1
I was in a place like an airport terminal, in one of the joining areas between concourses or hallways. There was a small crowd of people, all watching a group of executives from my old company giving a presentation or press conference. I stood at the back of the crowd. The area I stood in was open and somewhat bright, with light coming from a large window-wall.
Closer toward the stage area, the ceiling got lower and the lighting got darker. The executives all stood in a somewhat constricted area, like a small seating area for special passengers, behind waist-high, plexiglass gates. One or a few podiums lined up at the front of this area, before the crowd.
The company's CEO stood at the podium, possibly with a moderator-like person. The CEO was trying to justify something about my company's business.
I was trying to justify it myself at the same time. I started looking up articles on my BlackBerry to prove that my company wasn't bad. I did a Google search, using my company's name and then some specific type of business (can't remember what).
As I did this -- noticing that someone just to the right of me was using a smaller model of BlackBerry than the one I was using -- the CEO interrupted himself and said, "I am confiscating all handheld devices." The reason, I knew, was that the CEO thought we (I?) were trying to trade the company's stock instantaneously with the news the CEO was giving.
A black man, a few inches taller than I, round-headed and somewhat round-bodied, wearing a nice, black suit jacket and slacks and a muted, maroon or red shirt and tie, came up to me and took my BlackBerry right out of my hands. He didn't touch the other person's phone.
The presentation or conference continued on for a couple more minutes. The man had walked over to a wall to my left. He had put my BlackBerry in the left breast pocket of his suit jacket.
The conference cleared out a little. Most of the executives had headed out. This was, I thought, a break time between presentations. I thought I could wait for the next set of presentations. But I was so upset that the man had taken my BlackBerry, and I was so nervous that he wouldn't ever give it back, that I wanted to leave right then and there, just so I could go up to the man and get my BlackBerry back.
But I was afraid to go up to the man at all. I was pretty sure his intention had from the beginning been to steal my BlackBerry, and that now he'd find all kinds of excuses to keep it from me.
I thought, If only one of the executives could help me. I looked at the stage area. Of the few people who remained there I recognized only one: MB. MB sat in a comfortable chair, holding a bottle of water and stretching out his legs. I was pretty sure he wouldn't even recognize me.
Dream #2
I walked into an office. The office was maybe twelve feet by twelve feet. It was really dumpy. The light was an almost green fluorescent.
The person whose office this was (my old boss BS?) sat in a desk that was set maybe two-thirds of the way back into the room, and oriented so that the back of the person seated at the desk would face the door.
A black man sat across the desk from BS (?). The man was supposed to be a transvestite or a drag queen. But he just looked like an effeminate man. He was dressed in regular clothes, although they were possibly casual, like a grey t-shirt.
I sat down to the left of the man. The man and I spoke with BS. Another person walked in. I hoped this other person wouldn't think that I was a transvestite, too, just because I was getting along with this other guy so well.
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Saturday, December 15, 2012
Sunday, November 4, 2012
(2/3/10) demoted; don't take the elevator
(Entered in paper journal at 6:30 AM on B-train into work from Brooklyn.)
Dream #1
I was at a desk in an office space. The space was dim, as if half-lit, with the lights over me being off. The desk was like a trading desk, with a number of work spaces at a long table. The table was grey. I sat at the right end. On the wall to my right were offices with their lights on. There may also have been filing cabinets, or some other kind of office furniture, between me and the wall. I was probably alone at the desk.
As I worked on some project, a man came up and stood behind me. He asked me a few questions about what I was working on. I explained it to him. He pointed out certain things that were, he felt, not appropriate to say about our company. This mainly had to do with the fact that we didn't have certain personnel (management?) on our team yet. I didn't quite know this, being a contracted worker, not a permanent employee.
I said I would keep the items out of the report I was working on. The man then told me (the man may have been young, tall, thin, and a bit pale skinned), "Well, I think there are a lot of things I feel uneasy letting pass through with this report. In fact, let's hold on with this report. Come with me. I'll show you someone to talk with to see what work is good for you to do."
I stood up and walked to the left, down a smallish, wideish hallway, to a smaller, but more open, area with more light (tannish-yellow fluorescent). Along the right wall were large, tan filing cabinets. In the center of the room were two folding tables, maybe six feet long each, set end-to-end with each other. Along the wall were offices. Farther up, I could see a conference room, lit by natural light. The man pointed me to a seat near me on the right end of the table. I sat down and faced the filing cabinets.
Another man had come and sit down in the space across from mine, possibly as I had been sitting down myself. The man was extremely thin, and possibly tall. He was white, but very tan. His skin had a hardened, dried-out look. He had blue-green eyes that looked pale, even though they weren't. His head and face were slightly stubby. His head had a few texture-lines, from veins. In a couple places, those veins had been scratched or cut, and patches of dried blood were caked to them. The man wore a vivid, pine-green shirt with thick, dense paisley designs outlined in black.
I though, for some reason, that this man was gay. But I could also tell that the man's job wasn't the same as my job. I was being brought here, I feared, so I could be taught how to do an easier, lower-level job. I was afraid that it had been decided that I was no longer competent to do the higher-level work I'd been doing.
Dream #2
I was in a lobby-like area, possibly on the second floor of a building. The area was wide, tall, open, with white floors that looked like hospital floors.
I walked into an elevator. The elevator had two doors, one before me and one to my left. As I got on the elevator, a couple women from my work ran toward the elevator, telling me not to get on.
The elevator door closed, but I may have stuck my arm in the left door to reopen it, then looked around the corner to find the women, who had been standing before the door.
Dream #1
I was at a desk in an office space. The space was dim, as if half-lit, with the lights over me being off. The desk was like a trading desk, with a number of work spaces at a long table. The table was grey. I sat at the right end. On the wall to my right were offices with their lights on. There may also have been filing cabinets, or some other kind of office furniture, between me and the wall. I was probably alone at the desk.
As I worked on some project, a man came up and stood behind me. He asked me a few questions about what I was working on. I explained it to him. He pointed out certain things that were, he felt, not appropriate to say about our company. This mainly had to do with the fact that we didn't have certain personnel (management?) on our team yet. I didn't quite know this, being a contracted worker, not a permanent employee.
I said I would keep the items out of the report I was working on. The man then told me (the man may have been young, tall, thin, and a bit pale skinned), "Well, I think there are a lot of things I feel uneasy letting pass through with this report. In fact, let's hold on with this report. Come with me. I'll show you someone to talk with to see what work is good for you to do."
I stood up and walked to the left, down a smallish, wideish hallway, to a smaller, but more open, area with more light (tannish-yellow fluorescent). Along the right wall were large, tan filing cabinets. In the center of the room were two folding tables, maybe six feet long each, set end-to-end with each other. Along the wall were offices. Farther up, I could see a conference room, lit by natural light. The man pointed me to a seat near me on the right end of the table. I sat down and faced the filing cabinets.
Another man had come and sit down in the space across from mine, possibly as I had been sitting down myself. The man was extremely thin, and possibly tall. He was white, but very tan. His skin had a hardened, dried-out look. He had blue-green eyes that looked pale, even though they weren't. His head and face were slightly stubby. His head had a few texture-lines, from veins. In a couple places, those veins had been scratched or cut, and patches of dried blood were caked to them. The man wore a vivid, pine-green shirt with thick, dense paisley designs outlined in black.
I though, for some reason, that this man was gay. But I could also tell that the man's job wasn't the same as my job. I was being brought here, I feared, so I could be taught how to do an easier, lower-level job. I was afraid that it had been decided that I was no longer competent to do the higher-level work I'd been doing.
Dream #2
I was in a lobby-like area, possibly on the second floor of a building. The area was wide, tall, open, with white floors that looked like hospital floors.
I walked into an elevator. The elevator had two doors, one before me and one to my left. As I got on the elevator, a couple women from my work ran toward the elevator, telling me not to get on.
The elevator door closed, but I may have stuck my arm in the left door to reopen it, then looked around the corner to find the women, who had been standing before the door.
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