Dream #1
I was in a hallway at a place that was supposed to be the office for my job before I was laid off. (In waking life, in the month or so before I got laid off, our offices had been moved to the building of the offices of the company we had just been merged with. The main reason, but probably not the only reason, for my having gotten laid off, was my company's merger with this other company.)
I stood at one end of the hallway, before a door accessible through magnetic card. I was turned to face the other end of the hallway. About halfway down the hall, to my left, a wider hallway intersected with this hallway. That hallway "felt" like it had a copier and some reams of paper scattered near its end.
From the hallway a woman came walking on her hands. Her legs were twisted behind and over her in some "yoga" position. She was the company's yoga teacher. She thought she would show off by walking into the offices in a yoga posture. She was short, skinny, black, with pale skin and a loosely curled head of grey and black hair. She wore a white sweatshirt, sweatpants of a slightly darker color, a beige, billed cap, like a hiker's cap, and blue, reflective sunglasses.
The woman hopped toward me. I knew that this woman had "always struck me" as someone who wanted to make people feel like she was unapproachable, that she couldn't be spoken to. I usually let myself give in to that feeling, and I would shy away from the woman.
But today I felt like the woman was being so absurd that I just had to defy her by greeting her cheerfully. I said, "Hello! How are you doing today?"
The woman ignored my greeting. She stopped before me. She was waiting for me to open the door so she could go in when I went in. I was about to open the door. In fact, I may actually, or at least in my mind's eye, have seen the door open a crack.
But I thought, I'm not going to do her a good turn if she's not even going to regard me. I pretended to swipe my security card against the magnetic sensor that would unlock the door. Since I hadn't really swiped my card, the door didn't unlock. I then said, "Oh, it looks like my card doesn't work anymore. Oh, well."
I walked away from the door, down the hallway, to a door to my right, which also went to the offices I wanted to go to. Someone may possibly just have walked into the offices. The door seemed to be slightly open, but closing. I caught it and pushed it open.
I walked into the offices. I walked to a wide table of desks, which may have been supposed to be desks on a trading floor. The table was a square, more like a desk setup for elementary school kids than a trading floor desk.
A little celebration was being held, possibly in my honor. I only realized after a moment of talking with everybody that this celebration was for me. The people at the celebration were mostly people at the same professional level as I. I especially noticed my co-workers MS and CP. We had a red cake with white frosting.
Everybody asked me if something in my life had been difficult to deal with lately. I said no and tried to play off the difficulty I had felt. But now I either saw my old boss BS coming along or I felt that he was just around the corner. I hoped everybody would put the cake away. I knew that if BS knew everybody was celebrating me, BS would do whatever he could to stop them or make the celebration all about him.
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Saturday, November 24, 2012
(5/3/09) receiving instruction; sweet leftovers
(Entered in paper journal at 9:05 AM at Connecticut Muffin.)
Dream #1
I walked into a classroom. The walls of the classroom may have been sea green. The classroom felt very closed in, but comfortable, as if it were closed from bad weather outside. The students seemed engaged, in the middle of something, with a lot of papers on their desks (the desks were in the standard "grid" pattern). I had a fuzzy feeling, like the comfortable warmth one feels at the end of a sickness.
I wasn't sure I was supposed to be here. But the teacher, a serious looking male, wide-bodied, in a suit and with spectacles, like in an anime, motioned me to a desk, as if I were late. The teacher then instructed me on something. Apparently he had also been walking through the class, instructing other students in the same way.
Dream #2
I was in a university dining hall. The room seemed small, possibly more like a meal-lounge in a hotel or office building. The walls were white, and the room was somewhat brightly lit by fluorescent lights. A continuous line of people were walking into the room. Everybody in the room was about college age.
The room was full of circular tables, maybe six feet in diameter, with fake-wood tops. All the tables were occupied, though maybe not full. I sat at a table near the back, left corner of the room, near the entrance to the room.
The table I sat at may have been able to seat eight people, though it was likely there were just three of us sitting there right now. The other two people sitting at my table were a man and a woman. The woman sat either one seat removed from me to my right or directly to my right. The man sat to my left, removed by either one or two seats.
There had sat, on our table, a cake that had been almost as wide as the table. It had been flat, like a cookie-cake, and red, like a red velvet cake, with white frosting. But someone had just recently come by and lifted the cake off the table, leaving just a white outline of frosting on the table.
A tall, thin, red-haired girl with pale skin and pale blue eyes now walked up (as if from the entrance?) to the woman at my table, who may have looked a lot like the standing girl. Actually, I think that at first the sitting girl was about medium height, thin, with a nice body, tan skin, brown eyes, and long, soft, brown hair, wearing a dark green sweater and probably a black, knee-length skirt. Then, later, she took on the red-haired girl's appearance.
As the standing girl began to speak with the sitting girl, I, trying not to feel left out of the conversation, but also trying not to intrude on the conversation, began to pick at the white outline of frosting, thinking that if I hadn't gotten any of the cake before they took it away, I could at least have some of the frosting. I picked a whole line of it off the table. It was a line broken by little circle designs.
I folded the line I had picked, so it would fit better into my mouth. But then I worried that if I ate this frosting, I'd be thought of as a slob: first, for eating leftover frosting (like leftover pizza cheese, clinging to the bottom of a cardboard pizza box); second, for eating something I'd played with so much.
The standing girl said to the sitting girl, "Hey -- you know what I thought as I saw you sitting here in these clothes? And I was even all the way across the room, with my friends." I thought to myself that the standing girl was now going to deliver an insult, just given the tone of her voice. But the standing girl said, "I thought, Wow, that girl's hot. She looks good in that outfit."
The girls spoke back and forth. I thought the standing girl was trying to make romantic advances on the sitting girl. I was jealous but I didn't really want to care. I also didn't want to intrude.
So I turned to the boy and started having some conversation with him. The boy may have been wearing a suit and tie. We may have started talking business. I really wasn't engaged in talking to the boy at all. When the standing girl walked away I stopped talking to the boy.
The sitting girl, who now definitely looked like the standing girl, turned to me and said, "Did you see how the girl looks in those new stone shoes?" I could see that the standing girl wore low-heeled, buckle-strapped shoes, which would normally be made of shiny, black leather. (I must have been thinking of Mary Janes.) The sitting girl said, "She looked good. She looked really good."
Dream #1
I walked into a classroom. The walls of the classroom may have been sea green. The classroom felt very closed in, but comfortable, as if it were closed from bad weather outside. The students seemed engaged, in the middle of something, with a lot of papers on their desks (the desks were in the standard "grid" pattern). I had a fuzzy feeling, like the comfortable warmth one feels at the end of a sickness.
I wasn't sure I was supposed to be here. But the teacher, a serious looking male, wide-bodied, in a suit and with spectacles, like in an anime, motioned me to a desk, as if I were late. The teacher then instructed me on something. Apparently he had also been walking through the class, instructing other students in the same way.
Dream #2
I was in a university dining hall. The room seemed small, possibly more like a meal-lounge in a hotel or office building. The walls were white, and the room was somewhat brightly lit by fluorescent lights. A continuous line of people were walking into the room. Everybody in the room was about college age.
The room was full of circular tables, maybe six feet in diameter, with fake-wood tops. All the tables were occupied, though maybe not full. I sat at a table near the back, left corner of the room, near the entrance to the room.
The table I sat at may have been able to seat eight people, though it was likely there were just three of us sitting there right now. The other two people sitting at my table were a man and a woman. The woman sat either one seat removed from me to my right or directly to my right. The man sat to my left, removed by either one or two seats.
There had sat, on our table, a cake that had been almost as wide as the table. It had been flat, like a cookie-cake, and red, like a red velvet cake, with white frosting. But someone had just recently come by and lifted the cake off the table, leaving just a white outline of frosting on the table.
A tall, thin, red-haired girl with pale skin and pale blue eyes now walked up (as if from the entrance?) to the woman at my table, who may have looked a lot like the standing girl. Actually, I think that at first the sitting girl was about medium height, thin, with a nice body, tan skin, brown eyes, and long, soft, brown hair, wearing a dark green sweater and probably a black, knee-length skirt. Then, later, she took on the red-haired girl's appearance.
As the standing girl began to speak with the sitting girl, I, trying not to feel left out of the conversation, but also trying not to intrude on the conversation, began to pick at the white outline of frosting, thinking that if I hadn't gotten any of the cake before they took it away, I could at least have some of the frosting. I picked a whole line of it off the table. It was a line broken by little circle designs.
I folded the line I had picked, so it would fit better into my mouth. But then I worried that if I ate this frosting, I'd be thought of as a slob: first, for eating leftover frosting (like leftover pizza cheese, clinging to the bottom of a cardboard pizza box); second, for eating something I'd played with so much.
The standing girl said to the sitting girl, "Hey -- you know what I thought as I saw you sitting here in these clothes? And I was even all the way across the room, with my friends." I thought to myself that the standing girl was now going to deliver an insult, just given the tone of her voice. But the standing girl said, "I thought, Wow, that girl's hot. She looks good in that outfit."
The girls spoke back and forth. I thought the standing girl was trying to make romantic advances on the sitting girl. I was jealous but I didn't really want to care. I also didn't want to intrude.
So I turned to the boy and started having some conversation with him. The boy may have been wearing a suit and tie. We may have started talking business. I really wasn't engaged in talking to the boy at all. When the standing girl walked away I stopped talking to the boy.
The sitting girl, who now definitely looked like the standing girl, turned to me and said, "Did you see how the girl looks in those new stone shoes?" I could see that the standing girl wore low-heeled, buckle-strapped shoes, which would normally be made of shiny, black leather. (I must have been thinking of Mary Janes.) The sitting girl said, "She looked good. She looked really good."
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