the aether is in league against me
Oct. 14th, 2009 09:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dubdobdeethese four dreams, one after another, on a wakeful and head-achey and somewhat asthmathic night
i: My chum A has written up an LJ study of my flaws and failings, and their various disappointments in me... it was not inaccurate or even malicious; but nor was it friends-locked! All details clearly supplied by my own subconscious, which evidently hacked A's account -- it's really not their MO, IRL or in etherworld...
ii: I have paid £647 to fly to america to see a big show by B. I am am staying with a friend who is out of town and will meet me at the show. He has directed me to a barbecue, where his friends are convening before walking to the venue. I don't know anyone and feel a bit shy and left out. When the time came to make a move, we set off over a large campus plagued with ghostly blue fire alarms. I got separated from the group, lost all sense of direction, and ran about disconsolately, trying to convince myself I didn't even like B's music much.
iii: I am being driven to the airport by my old school-teacher, C (IRL almost certainly now dead), in his tiny little car. On the way he undertakes many other baffling little chores for others; I have made him the guardian of the urgency, so as not to be a controlling nag -- but it is increasingly evident I am going to miss the plane, because he has forgotten that it flies at 12.25, and it is now 12.23 and we are stopping off at some woodwork studio...
iv: I have arrived for an interview, scruffily dressed and ill-prepared, at org D (where I used to work). I am given a few minutes to gather myself and prepare, in the aisle of a lecture-theatre during a lecture, with all the students staring at me. Then I am conducted to the interview room. Except the person taking me can't remember what floor it's on, and seems to think this a hilarious joke...
In between (ii) and (iii) I had a brief half-wakeful fugue about how horribly stressful it will be if I have kids and then separate from their other parent. Well yes, it probably will, but CAN WE CROSS THESE VARIOUS BRIDGES AS AND WHEN WE COME TO THEM, plz, ffs, unconscious anxiety centres??
To be honest none of these rise above lame pro forma material,; and none were more than mildly annoying in the dream -- my response each time was "oh well then, on with the show" I'm more annoyed now I'm awake by the DO YOU SEE persistence of my silted up panic-centres to get me bothered. IT'S PRESSWEEK, YES I AM SOMEWHAT AWARE OF PENDING DEADLINES, it's my JOB!
i: My chum A has written up an LJ study of my flaws and failings, and their various disappointments in me... it was not inaccurate or even malicious; but nor was it friends-locked! All details clearly supplied by my own subconscious, which evidently hacked A's account -- it's really not their MO, IRL or in etherworld...
ii: I have paid £647 to fly to america to see a big show by B. I am am staying with a friend who is out of town and will meet me at the show. He has directed me to a barbecue, where his friends are convening before walking to the venue. I don't know anyone and feel a bit shy and left out. When the time came to make a move, we set off over a large campus plagued with ghostly blue fire alarms. I got separated from the group, lost all sense of direction, and ran about disconsolately, trying to convince myself I didn't even like B's music much.
iii: I am being driven to the airport by my old school-teacher, C (IRL almost certainly now dead), in his tiny little car. On the way he undertakes many other baffling little chores for others; I have made him the guardian of the urgency, so as not to be a controlling nag -- but it is increasingly evident I am going to miss the plane, because he has forgotten that it flies at 12.25, and it is now 12.23 and we are stopping off at some woodwork studio...
iv: I have arrived for an interview, scruffily dressed and ill-prepared, at org D (where I used to work). I am given a few minutes to gather myself and prepare, in the aisle of a lecture-theatre during a lecture, with all the students staring at me. Then I am conducted to the interview room. Except the person taking me can't remember what floor it's on, and seems to think this a hilarious joke...
In between (ii) and (iii) I had a brief half-wakeful fugue about how horribly stressful it will be if I have kids and then separate from their other parent. Well yes, it probably will, but CAN WE CROSS THESE VARIOUS BRIDGES AS AND WHEN WE COME TO THEM, plz, ffs, unconscious anxiety centres??
To be honest none of these rise above lame pro forma material,; and none were more than mildly annoying in the dream -- my response each time was "oh well then, on with the show" I'm more annoyed now I'm awake by the DO YOU SEE persistence of my silted up panic-centres to get me bothered. IT'S PRESSWEEK, YES I AM SOMEWHAT AWARE OF PENDING DEADLINES, it's my JOB!
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