I‘ve been dreaming quite a lot these last few weeks. I have no idea why. Perhaps I‘ve just been remembering my dreams better. But I feel like I have gained a whole new world with the new intensity and frequency of rememberable (is that a word?) dreams.
Last night I was late for an appointment. It was something about filming a video on a big wheel. Normally my job does not include such stuff. But it was work related. Otherwise I could probably have gotten around.
On my way outside (the hotel I was accommodated) I ran into my colleague Jenny. Obviously we were scheduled together. We hadn‘t seen each other in a long time. Either had she been absent from work for a while or I had. It wasn‘t clear. But I felt it would be time to tell her how excellent her work and what a wonderful person she was. She cried for joy. I hugged her. Normally people from work do not find their way into my dreams except this one time when I was shopping with Friedrich in kind of a future lanscape because he desperately needed new boots.
So Jenny and I were both late for the job but kind of early at the same time because the mall we were supposed to get our clothes from wasn‘t opened yet. They let us in though because we needed outfits for our job which seemed to be an exception from the rule. We weren‘t allowed in the shops but some hallstands were prepared for us in the personnel department (you probably know these long corridors behind heavy grey doors). So we were browsing through dresses and tops when I found something I liked in the reduced section and went to try it on. I wanted to have it for my own, but I thought it would be ok to do some private shopping as it wouldn‘t take much time. It was a light dress I would never wear while awake. This is the point were I lost Jenny and went on through dreamland on my own.
I don‘t remember if that dress actually fit or suited me. I guess, it was not important or relevant for whatever my subconscious wanted to teach me. The next thing I remember is that I saw two garbage men who were about to collect the dustbins from the corridor. I rummaged in my big handbag for I forgot what and found some old packaging I wanted to throw away and (please don‘t ask me how this is even possible, but I guess in a dream everything is) suddenly also had to get rid of a big cardboard box which either appeared out of nowhere or my bag. I disposed of that cardboard box by just putting it aside onto a staple of other boxes that lay around anyway. After all this was kind of a storage area. Boxes were lying around everywhere. The small stuff I wanted to put into one of the dustbins in the corridor. And because I found it naughty to just put my private waste into someone else‘s dustbin, I intended to ask those two men who were still working there.
I can‘t tell if they said yes or no. Neither can I tell you if I made it to the big wheel or if the interview (or whatever) was a success. I woke up. Bewildered. Trying to find out why my subconcious was such a hypocrite to secretly dispose of big stuff in the unseen corner of a corridor and then send me to ask for the permission to throw something small into other peoples‘ waste bins. If you have any suggestions in this regard please let me know.
gruß, heike.
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