I hate realistic dreams
There’s nothing worse than a dream that has no element of creativity or oddity at all. That’s what dreams are for! If I want to live the mundane daily life that I live, well I just don’t dream. I stay awake. Simple as that. Why waste a perfectly good dream on something ordinary?
That’s why I was pissed when I woke up today. I know I had a good dream at some point in the night, because I remember thinking briefly “I can’t wait to write this down,” but the only dream I can remember is one about me going into Costco to check my schedule.
I was walking around in the store at first, then I was greeted by a person who I thought was an older woman I work with, who turned out to be another girl I work with, but 25 years younger. Oops, my mistake. So her and I went into the break room and sat down at the table. At this point, the thing worth taking away from this train-wreck of a dream occurred; I looked up and pointed out to her that some hawks were swooping around above us. The ceiling wasn’t there, which was odd, and when I pointed them out to her I had to explain to her what they were because she was confused. “They are really big birds! I saw a bald eagle at the beach the other day” I said, which pisses me off that I was remembering real memories in my realistic dream.
One of them started to fly really fast in a conical spin, then he swooped down at us. I threw myself onto her and screamed “WOOAH! WATCH IT! Those things could carry a person your size away! You must smell like some kind of animal.” And rather than her thanking me for saving her from the clutches of that hawk, she took offense to my comment about her smelling like an animal and she walked away. So I got up and walked away too. I walked past the schedule board and my name was highlighted with “off off off off off off off” listed under each day with a big “24 weeks” in marker scribed across the whole sheet. I’m not really going to be gone for 24 weeks - I just checked - but in the dream I thought that’s what it meant.
I walked over to the area near the cash registers and past the supervisors podium where Gary - a man who was fired about a year ago - was standing and authoritatively proclaimed to me “you’re gonna be working up here when you come back.” I asked him “doing what?” He replied “you’re going to be a podium workhorse.” I don’t know what that means, but in the dream it made me really upset. I thought about just saying “Nope. I quit. You guys can screw yourselves,” but I didn’t. I just walked out the door. That’s when I woke up. Still pissed about the job that awaits me when I get back. Then I realized it was a dream and that wasn’t going to be my job when I get back, but that realization made me realize how real the dream was, which pissed me off just as much.
Hopefully I can remember the good dreams next time. Sorry to bore you.
(ttothentothec)
