Not a dream, but a joke

I found this draft post lying around with a dream joke:

Always follow your dream, unless it's the one where you're at work in your underwear during a fire drill.

Becoming a Tech Writer

I hear of a job opportunity as a tech writer that is about 40 minutes from my house. I take a bus there, get off and walk through what looks like an old European village. I reach the company and am greeted by the last tech writer that worked for my company. She tells me that I'm really going to like it here. I'm a little bit confused as to whether I'm there for an interview or if I'm starting the job. The brick building is a bit run down. The interior has peeling light green paint and dark red carpeting. I get tour of the facilities and then they want to show me my office. I say wait, I need to talk to HR. I'm pretty sure that I haven't accepted a job offer and they are acting like I have. First of all, I ask them, what's my salary going to be? It's got to be high enough to be worth giving up my job that is 15 minutes from my house. $175,000 they tell me. Wow, you want to pay me that much? And I would only have to be a tech writer? Sounds like a good deal to me.

So I let my ex-coworker show me to my office. She brings me to a room which looks like a bedroom with windows to the outside. The room is large, about 15x15 feet, and has a closet but no furnishings. Looking from the window, I can see an old mill next to a stream, very picturesque. My first real office with a door. Her office is adjacent to mine in the interior of the building and doesn't have a window. I ask her were the bathroom is. She brings me down the hall and shows me a large bathroom with communal tubs. She says that you bathe in here and proceeds to draw herself a bath and climb in. There are several bathtubs which are made by half height tiled walls with a seat built in. You would be able to bathe and chat with the person next to you. I'm beginning to feel like this is not a workplace but some kind of commune that I can't leave. But it doesn't matter because I'm getting paid so much.

Observations: I have been caught up in a blog writing contest that I had entered and it was the final night for voting. I also have spent the last week at work writing the on-line help for my software program. So for some reason I transformed myself into a well-paid writer in a commune!

Recursive Dreaming: Waking in a dream, only to realize it is a dream.....huh?

I don't dream very often, so my dreams are normally short, and easy to explain.....

This was seemed to be a dream in a dream...or something to that affect.

In my dream, I was asleep in this Bed and Breakfast that I am currently staying at. I on the futon couch in the living room....just as I had gone to sleep on. Then, at about 1:00am (in the dream anyways)....I woke up when my friend came into the apartment (B&B), and started looking around in the dark.

I looked up, and they saw me, and sat down on the edge of the couch....

I asked how they got in, and said I was sure the door was locked. They told me the people across the hall were having a fight, and were embarrassed that she was seeing them fight and offered to let her into this room. (I should have realized there was a problem right there, because there is no room "right across the hall"....but I guess I was dreaming so...)

I then asked how they had a key to this room, and she said they must have been the Superintendents of the building....which I felt OK about for some reason.

I asked my friend if my daugher Kristen looked comfortable in the other room, and she said she had saw me first and hadn't peeked in there yet.

I decided to look in and check, and started to get up....as I got up, it was very difficult...like moving through ever thickening Molassas....at which point I exclaimed "Ok...this is a dream", and woke up.....but I didn't actually wake up....but I don't remember what happened next...

Later on when I did actually wake and put my feet to the floor...this dream was clear and in my head....but what happened after I stood on the floor (in my dream) was no where to be found.

I have no observation, except that I did to to sleep sort of lonely. I did think about everyone in my family, and my friends.....happy to have so many good people in my life.

I suppose seeing my friend who traveled all the way to NYC made me feel good and less lonely...but the dream inside a dream was a new thing for me!

Lost in the Elevator

I'm walking towards a high rise building, but it feels like my old dorm.  I'm walking with a girlfriend and we are talking about guys.  She off-handedly mentions that she saw one of my old boyfriends from college lately.  Really? I ask.  As I step into the elevator, she waves goodbye and says, Oh yeah, and I slept with him.  Whaaa?  The elevator takes off, and I can't remember what floor I need to go to because I'm so befuddled by her remark.  I'm convinced that I'm on the wrong elevator as the floor I need to go to doesn't have a button.  It must be an express elevator, but where is it going?  I tried to hit any floor to get it to stop, but it overshoots the floor.  Where is it going?  I press the first floor again and it starts to go down.  It overshoots the first floor as well and stops in the basement.  I get out just to get out of the elevator.  I manage to get back outside and notice that the river next to the dorm is no longer a calm river, but a huge waterfall.  Everything seems quite out of balance.

Observations:  I had this dream shortly after reading this article on elevators (fascinating, worth reading all 8 pages).  And a long time ago, I was driving with my SO and he mentioned that he had dated a friend of mine before he knew me.  I got so flustered I missed my exit.

Golfing with a friend......

I was on a tee at Ponkapoag Golf Course which looked like a combination of the 2nd hole on course #2 and the 14th hole on course #1. We were teeing off, and it was my drive.

I tee'd the ball up, addressed it...then felt the ball was too high.

I re-tee'd it up, addressed it.....then felt it was too high.

I tee'd the ball up, addressed it...and the ball fell off the tee.

I tee'd the ball up, addressed it...and I wasn't comfortable with my foot positioning. (bump in the tee grass)

It went on like this for about 1 hour.....and I never did get to drive the ball. I think I woke up frustrated.

CONCLUSION:
What this means, I do not know. It seems to indicate some hesitation I might have about doing something with them, but I just don't sense anything like that, so I am not at all sure.

Knitting Karaoke Pool Relay Race

Sometimes the title says it all, here goes...

I'm in line for a relay race where I have to run up to a table and knit a row of stitches. There are lots of teams running this race and I'm trying to psych our team up by cheering them on. I have fairly large white plastic knitting needles in my hand, ready to jump in to knit my row of stitches. I imagine doing them with chunky off-white cotton yarn with colored speckles. When I get up to the front of the line, I realize that it's really a pool table and not a knitting table but I don't have a pool cue, only these knitting needles. I don't think hitting the cue ball with the knitting needle would work very well, and am relieved to see that there are spare pool cues to use. I run up to the table and line up the shot. I realize that it's been years since I've played and hope that I could still make the shot. It is a fairly easy shot, but I see that it is tricky. The ball is fairly close to the corner pocket and if I overspin the cue ball, it would go in too. But if I underspin the cue ball too much, it would roll back and drop into the side pocket. So I decide to shoot is slightly off center so that the ball would hit the bumper of the pocket before going in and the cue ball would bounce slightly to the side and avoid any pockets. I shoot and it goes exactly as I planned.

I run down to the next station which is a TV monitor replay station. I watch in slow motion as I wait my turn in line. I see that I'm wearing a short sleeve yellow plaid shirt which I don't like very much but looks OK. My hair is more styled than usual, with a long curl on the bottom which bounces as I run up to the table. When I get to the table, I see that I raise my knitting needle up to my mouth and start singing. I realize that karaoke was part of the race as well although I don't remember doing it. The song is in slow motion so I don't hear it and then I see myself line up the pool shot.

Observations: Been knitting a lot lately, obviously causing disjointed knitting dreams! I like this dream because it is full of details and watching myself on TV was an interesting twist as well.