Dream Job

I had a strange dream last night, in which Steven Weber was the guy who hired me for a job at some unidentified company that looked somewhat but not exactly like the generic “dream company” I’ve had for years.

It wasn’t entirely clear what the job was, even after I learned the position was vice president later in the dream.  Mainly I was hired to be a fall guy of sorts; expected not to be able to do the job per se, but to be an acceptable warm body to fill it.  The guy who hired me got some cash out of a dispenser to pay me what I thought was a week up front, as I really needed the money and the $2000 would hold the wolves at bay a few weeks.

Later in the dream, I reached into my pocket for the $2000, representing a week’s pay, and found he had actually given me $50,000, which in dream math land was an entire year’s pay at the same $2000 a week.  I think about that time I realized I was in a dream, because my rational mind rebelled against the math anomaly.  Deb was happy to see the 50k wad.

Anyway, I forget what led up to it, but I was hired and paid and then sent to find my “office.” That was a completely public area, like a very wide hallway people could walk through, with tables along an angled wall, giving me a spacious work area.  I described the three tables as 13 feet loong each to Deb in the dream, then found myself thinking “but they had to have been only six feet because that’s the standard length.” One of them was a desk that looked like a table, with storage and tools recessed into it.

I found the controls for my computer, but couldn’t find the monitor at first.  Turned out that was at the right end of the table, whereas the keyboard and such were middle to left end.  I “knew” in the dream that finding and using the computer system was supposed to baffle me and make me look bad, as part of the road to being merely an incompetent placeholder.  Getting it going represented a victory.  It turned out that the undersized monitor that popped out of the desk doubled as two-way video, and for some reason I was immediately seeing and talking to someone on it.

After that I noticed that the wall behind two of my tables was largely taken up by a billboard plastered with a picture of my predecessor and a book he had written, promoting the book.  Odd.

Finally, I was doing a walk around the building.  Three women working at a table overlooking a ramp down into a loading dock/dumpster area complained they couldn’t breathe due to smoke coming in their window.  I thought it was impressive, a business building of that sort where a window could actually be opened.  The source of the smoke was disposal through burning of some of the records from the guy I was replacing.  I ordered them to stop, even though I had apparently ordered them to destroy selected records in the first place, not realizing the method employed or the consequences.

There were some other weird dream sequences probably connected to that one, centering around class and business lunch breaks and a dramatically hilly downtown area typically found in my dreams, reminding me some of Bridgewater center, Wood Road in Braintree (oddly enough, specific to this dream), and the central parts of Greenfield and Turners Falls.  That merged into something about bike riding to get to somewhere in a Vermont-like location connected to the downtown area.  Heck, that means I should probably liken the whole thing to Newport, Vermont.

I slept pretty well last night, though there was a bit of musical sleeping venue.  I started in the bed (not counting laying down wih Sadie and being smothered by lack of space), which made me uncomfortable and hurt my back, if only because of the position I read in for an extended time before attempting to sleep.  Sadie joined me and fell asleep while I still had the light on.  I never properly fell asleep before Valerie came crying out of their room, wide awake as if it were morning.  I laid down with her and talked to her for a bit and we both got to sleep.  I slept decently from that point, probably 2:30, until about 8:00.  In theory, anyway, as you’d never know it by my enthusiasm for the day and the need to run some serious errands.

Posted by on 12/28 at 11:37 AM

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