from daylight to dreams

...and the weirdness continues I guess. At least now I'm dreaming about it instead of living it. The past two nights have been rife with weird, lifelike dreams. Too lifelike really.

For instance, last night, the first dream found me at work but it was a factory and the walls were painted the color of a muted, institutional brown. It was loud and dirty. Potential employees were being brought to my office, which was on the second floor overlooking the factory floor. One in particular was a friend of two current employees. Those two current workers never listened to me but they would listen to my male counterpart. They made it very obvious, too. I would give them direction and they'd say something like, "Well, we'll see what Mike has to say about it" then walk away laughing. So, when their friend showed up at my door and wanted a job, I was none too impressed. I asked him to wait in the lobby for me. Someone was there with me when I shoo-ed him back to the lobby. Whoever it was said, "Why did you do that?" To which I said something like, "Why on Earth would I hire the friend of the two people I already have that are as insubordinate as can be? Do I look to you like a glutton for punishment? And why are the nasty, hateful, sexist, racist, mean people around here somehow above reproach?" Then he demanded that I at least give the guy an interview so, I did. I asked pointed questions and, sure enough, birds of a feather, as they say. I think I told him to get lost, I'm not sure.

The dreams switched quickly, something about a woman carrying a cat as she was looking to buy a house that I was selling - I must have been the Realtor (a dream to be sure). It was a bland, emotionless room, like a suburban apartment I'd had 20 years ago, with horrible partical board bookshelves and a flower print couch (I never had a couch that bad). BLEE

Dream switches again and I'm working on a road crew in downtown San Fransisco with some guy whom I apparently knew really well for we were having that kind of conversation. We were mixing something strange in a large, grey plastic wheel barrow - like cat litter and sod or something like it. We were either patching potholes or repairing sidewalks. Scene switches and we're in a neighborhood just off of the downtown corridor. The street is lined with beautiful houses, many of which are businesses. We decided to go into one of the houses to see what they were selling - it was like a little head shop with lots of delicious incense and fun postcards, wait - we still have a job outside but look, it's quitting time. I go to the truck to leave but there's an old white VW beetle parked so close to our old beat-up truck that the only way out of the parallel space is forward. The driver is still sitting in the beetle and he looks odd somehow though I can't really see his face. We pull forward and out into the street. I look in my rear-view mirror and the beetle is following us and now I can clearly see who's driving. It's Jack Nicholson as The Joker though he's dressed in a white suit wearing a red hat and red tie. I looked at my friend in the passenger seat and said, "Okay, now it's too weird, I'm waking up."

Personally, I like the dreams when I'm smoking cigarettes best. I know I'm dreaming so I can smoke all I want without consequence! I'm always more relaxed when I wake up.