I had started a new job at a supermarket.
I have worked in supermarkets in real-life before so the feeling was bittersweet especially when the supervisor came along and announced that the regional managers were visiting so the place had to look spotless (something I hated about supermarket work!)
I guess my job was supposed to be stacking the shelves or something, but I spent a great deal of time picking the rubbish off the floor and disposing of it.
So when I was given the task of rearranging a small vase of flowers I relished the opportunity. However, the flowers were mostly dead and it was hard to make them look nice, but as a naturally creative person I was determined to make them look as good as possible.
There seemed to be a lot of staff and not many jobs to do and pretty soon everyone was wading in on my little project, trying to undo and undermine the work I'd done, leaving me feeling dejected, sad and frustrated.
Trying to leave the supermarket for my lunch break, I was surprised to see that the entrance/exit resembled an airport. You had to go through a metal detector just to leave and enter the store!
Later, the supervisor kept trying to take me aside several times as she sensed that I was sad but due to the chaotic airport-like surroundings, we kept getting interrupted.
Sunday 30 August 2015
Monday 24 August 2015
Dream Diary #79: Piece of Cake
I was attending a wedding and it was time to cut the cake but there didn't seem to be an appropriate knife or slicing tool available. In the end, I had to resort to using a meat cleaver to cut through the thick, pink icing.
I am the first to cut a piece from the cake, but when others see what I am eating, they follow suit and get a piece too.
In real-life, I don't eat a lot of cake as it gives me stomach ache, but in the dream it tasted so good that I had several slices.
The following morning, when it was time to return home I saw that we were flying on a private passenger plane!
As we were preparing to board, I realised that in addition to all the regular seating inside the plane, there were special re-inforced seats that extended out onto the wing.
My mum begged me to sit near her so she wouldn't have to speak with the rest of the family all the way home. I agreed though it meant I would be in a wing seat.
The plane was situated on a grassy airfield, preparing to take off. I sat in my seat, watching my niece play on the field with a stewardess.
Without warning, the plane began moving and a cardigan I had not yet put away flew off and onto the ground.
I yelled down at my niece to grab it and pass it up to me, though the stewardess reassured me that I had plenty of time before the plane took off so if I wanted to quickly jump down and get it myself, then I could.
As my niece had already picked up my fallen cardigan and was running towards the plane to give it to me, I stayed where I was.
Then suddenly, the plane lifted off the ground. Even the stewardess, who was supposed to be on the plane with us, looked shocked and confused, as if this wasn't supposed to happen.
I tried knocking on the side of the plane and yelling to get the pilot's attention, but to no avail. I could only watch as we flew higher and higher, the stewardess led my niece off the airfield and in the direction of the airport. I presume, to radio the plane and let the pilot know they had been left behind.
Even throughout the panic of this, the feeling of flying out on the wing like that, felt amazing!
Inside the plane, I asked the pilot of he had heard anything yet, and he said yes and had already been back and picked them up (I don't recall this happening) and suddenly my niece bounded up the plane, wanting to sit next to me.
I am the first to cut a piece from the cake, but when others see what I am eating, they follow suit and get a piece too.
In real-life, I don't eat a lot of cake as it gives me stomach ache, but in the dream it tasted so good that I had several slices.
The following morning, when it was time to return home I saw that we were flying on a private passenger plane!
As we were preparing to board, I realised that in addition to all the regular seating inside the plane, there were special re-inforced seats that extended out onto the wing.
My mum begged me to sit near her so she wouldn't have to speak with the rest of the family all the way home. I agreed though it meant I would be in a wing seat.
The plane was situated on a grassy airfield, preparing to take off. I sat in my seat, watching my niece play on the field with a stewardess.
Without warning, the plane began moving and a cardigan I had not yet put away flew off and onto the ground.
I yelled down at my niece to grab it and pass it up to me, though the stewardess reassured me that I had plenty of time before the plane took off so if I wanted to quickly jump down and get it myself, then I could.
As my niece had already picked up my fallen cardigan and was running towards the plane to give it to me, I stayed where I was.
Then suddenly, the plane lifted off the ground. Even the stewardess, who was supposed to be on the plane with us, looked shocked and confused, as if this wasn't supposed to happen.
I tried knocking on the side of the plane and yelling to get the pilot's attention, but to no avail. I could only watch as we flew higher and higher, the stewardess led my niece off the airfield and in the direction of the airport. I presume, to radio the plane and let the pilot know they had been left behind.
Even throughout the panic of this, the feeling of flying out on the wing like that, felt amazing!
Inside the plane, I asked the pilot of he had heard anything yet, and he said yes and had already been back and picked them up (I don't recall this happening) and suddenly my niece bounded up the plane, wanting to sit next to me.
Sunday 9 August 2015
Dream Diary #78: Asking for Directions
I was moving house with my small child in tow but wasn't sure if my boyfriend was coming with me or not.
Thankfully the kindly previous tennant, who was in the process of moving out, reassured me that everything would work out and as my boyfriends belongings were already in the property that must mean he would be there.
The house was very run down and dingy but there was a lot cool and interesting furniture, books and artifacts lying around. In the room that I had chosen as a bedroom there was an enormous writing desk and shelves stacked with hundreds of books above it.
In addition to being run down and dingy the house was enormous; there was seemingly no end to the rooms and little nooks and crannies in every corner.
My family were in the kitchen, scrubbing it clean.
I soon had to leave for a job interview so I was spending some time with my baby before I left. I reflected on the fact that everybody said how lucky I was that my boyfriend "agreed to have a baby so early in the relationship" - which made me feel warm and fuzzy within the context of the dream, but made me scratch my head when I woke up.
There was also a narrative that involved me watching and observing an outdoor display of some kind; the details are very muddled but I remember that I found it hard to keep a straight face and was often told off or told to be quiet.
On my way to the interview, I got lost and went inside another building to ask for directions. As it turned out, the building was host to an interview for another job I'd applied for and I was asked to take part.
The interview was done as a group, and became progressively like an audition, as we were asked to perform and do presentations. The louder and more colourful you were, the better. The final part of the interview/audition was performing a dance routine, which I thought was ludicrous as the job wasn't for a dancer or entertainer, but I kept my mouth shut and hung back.
The group was sectioned off into smaller groups and taken into a separate room to perform their routine. I was in the last group.
I don't remember much about the dance routine, but I know that I walked away feeling dejected and a failure.
Thankfully the kindly previous tennant, who was in the process of moving out, reassured me that everything would work out and as my boyfriends belongings were already in the property that must mean he would be there.
The house was very run down and dingy but there was a lot cool and interesting furniture, books and artifacts lying around. In the room that I had chosen as a bedroom there was an enormous writing desk and shelves stacked with hundreds of books above it.
In addition to being run down and dingy the house was enormous; there was seemingly no end to the rooms and little nooks and crannies in every corner.
My family were in the kitchen, scrubbing it clean.
I soon had to leave for a job interview so I was spending some time with my baby before I left. I reflected on the fact that everybody said how lucky I was that my boyfriend "agreed to have a baby so early in the relationship" - which made me feel warm and fuzzy within the context of the dream, but made me scratch my head when I woke up.
There was also a narrative that involved me watching and observing an outdoor display of some kind; the details are very muddled but I remember that I found it hard to keep a straight face and was often told off or told to be quiet.
On my way to the interview, I got lost and went inside another building to ask for directions. As it turned out, the building was host to an interview for another job I'd applied for and I was asked to take part.
The interview was done as a group, and became progressively like an audition, as we were asked to perform and do presentations. The louder and more colourful you were, the better. The final part of the interview/audition was performing a dance routine, which I thought was ludicrous as the job wasn't for a dancer or entertainer, but I kept my mouth shut and hung back.
The group was sectioned off into smaller groups and taken into a separate room to perform their routine. I was in the last group.
I don't remember much about the dance routine, but I know that I walked away feeling dejected and a failure.
Friday 7 August 2015
Dream Diary #77: Ancient History
I was taking part in a dinosaur themed reality game show, a la Jurassic Park.
Unlike the movie though, the dinosaurs were intentionally left to roam free and it was our mission to not only outsmart the dinosaurs and survive the game but to discover what happened to the previous contestants.
I think I started out as a crew member or a stand-by because I stood back watching others board the monorail that would take them into the park for the longest time. I was only encouraged to take part when a contestant didn't show.
Given the dangerousness of the game and the rickety state of the monorail, I didn't blame them. Even my subconscious wanted to impress upon me how risky it was as my dream zoomed in on the loose bolts of the machinery.
It was pretty obvious what had happened to the previous contestants; we would be lucky if we even survived the ride into the park!
There were various stereotypes aboard, including a latino couple who seemed to like arguing with one another constantly, and making up in very overly affectionate ways.
Upon entering the park we were immediately faced with a rather large dinosaur, similar to a T-rex, roaming around on the beach. It actually reminded me of walking around the world map of Final Fantasy VIII; a game I fell in love with as a teenager.
The beach was surrounded by tall rocks and I remember thinking, "If I'm cornered by a dangerous predator and there's no way out, I'll just climb onto those rocks and throw myself into the sea."
Strangely, the dinosaur didn't seem instantly hostile. It just seemed curious more than anything.
The exact details of how we escaped the dinosaur are fuzzy, but it involved the group working as a team and entrapping the creature in the rocks.
This bought us enough time to get across the beach and onto the next stage of the game where the biggest thing we had to survive was the latino couple who thought nothing of engaging in sexual activity in front of the whole group!
Unlike the movie though, the dinosaurs were intentionally left to roam free and it was our mission to not only outsmart the dinosaurs and survive the game but to discover what happened to the previous contestants.
I think I started out as a crew member or a stand-by because I stood back watching others board the monorail that would take them into the park for the longest time. I was only encouraged to take part when a contestant didn't show.
Given the dangerousness of the game and the rickety state of the monorail, I didn't blame them. Even my subconscious wanted to impress upon me how risky it was as my dream zoomed in on the loose bolts of the machinery.
It was pretty obvious what had happened to the previous contestants; we would be lucky if we even survived the ride into the park!
There were various stereotypes aboard, including a latino couple who seemed to like arguing with one another constantly, and making up in very overly affectionate ways.
Upon entering the park we were immediately faced with a rather large dinosaur, similar to a T-rex, roaming around on the beach. It actually reminded me of walking around the world map of Final Fantasy VIII; a game I fell in love with as a teenager.
The beach was surrounded by tall rocks and I remember thinking, "If I'm cornered by a dangerous predator and there's no way out, I'll just climb onto those rocks and throw myself into the sea."
Strangely, the dinosaur didn't seem instantly hostile. It just seemed curious more than anything.
The exact details of how we escaped the dinosaur are fuzzy, but it involved the group working as a team and entrapping the creature in the rocks.
This bought us enough time to get across the beach and onto the next stage of the game where the biggest thing we had to survive was the latino couple who thought nothing of engaging in sexual activity in front of the whole group!
Thursday 6 August 2015
Dream Diary #76: Four Corners Club
I was auditioning/interviewing for the Four Corners Club, an exclusive sorority of sorts. This entailed going to stay in an isolated house in the middle of the country with other fellow candidates.
Although everyone else seemed to be much taller and more confident than I, everything seemed to go okay at first. However, as with most environments where there are women competing against one another, it wasn't to last.
My troubles began with the teachers/instructors. They seemed to be on a warpath to seek out the weakest potential members. The trouble was, I seemed to be the only one they had it in for.
They took me aside as everyone was leaving the room and showed me a piece of paper covered in red ink. It was my application form, and they had critiqued it! They had even criticised how I'd written my address and how it made me an 'undesirable candidate' for the Four Corners Club.
Tears of hurt and anger ran down my face because no-one else was having the way they write their address ripped apart, I began to protest and defend myself but the instructors interpreted this as me 'having an attitude' and that, too, would go against me.
Humiliated and hurt, I moved on to the next class where everyone else was already waiting.
Even though I had been taken aside, the instructors weren't discreet in their approach and it was very obvious what they'd been doing and the kind of things they were saying - and that everyone knew.
And of course, as we were in competition with each other, no-one was particularly comforting or encouraging. I basically had to sit there as everyone sat smugly gloating that they weren't in the firing line.
One girl in particular decided to make her dislike of me very known. She loudly shouted "God, your voice is so annoying!" every time I spoke, and instead of defending me the instructor simply implied that I should just find a way 'to be less annoying.' It seemed like they encouraged and even enjoyed the rivalry.
After having endured the humilation all day and having no-one step in to defend me, I eventually snapped. Overcome with rage, I went for her looks and intelligence and screamed that she was 'a stupid, ugly idiot!' and she actually looked shocked and hurt, as if she'd never heard a bad word said about her in her whole life.
If her feelings were hurt, I didn't apologise or feel any remorse as she apparently had none for me. I stormed out.
I left feeling like I could at least count on the love and support from my boyfriend to help me feel better, but when I passed him on the way to my dorm, he saw the hurt on my face... and pretended he didn't see me!
That was more hurt than I was prepared to take and instead of confronting him, I just walked away. I didn't have any strength left to beg for his attention.
Back at the dorm, the tone and atmosphere of the dream changed.
It seemed that there was a party taking place, as some of the sorority members had decided to dress up in costume. One had dressed in a particularly frightening costume that resembled both the Wicked Witch of the West from the Wizard of Oz, and a clown!
At first it was all fun and games with them jumping out playfully trying to scare me, but I turned around as another member closed and locked the sliding doors behind me and turned off all the lights, leaving me and the witch/clown alone in the dark together.
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