There's a dream in my brain that just won't go away
For some weird reason, I've always dreamt about this place- it's kind of in the middle of nowhere, and the main building itself has always been surrounded by trees and impossible for me to find, let alone even enter. I've had all sorts of dreams centered around this place- there have been post-end-of-the-world dreams, there have been I'm-lost-and-I can't-find my-way-home dreams, my house had even blown up once, and all I had left was a basement and I still couldnt find this building, you know?
So last night, I don't know how I found the building, but somehow I made it inside, looked around and got an apartment of my own in this place. It wasn't the most attractive place in the world, just a lot of cement and old faded wood on the walls, but it was strong and secure and there were a lot of other people who seemed to be like me living in it, as well. Somehow I made it in on one of the top floors of the building and got down to the front desk, where I secured an apartment with only 150 dollars of the 350 needed and I showed the woman working the desk that I had a paycheck that I just needed to cash before I could finish paying. I went up to my room, put my bag of things away, and then I woke up.
All that I can make out of this is that I think it means I'm finally headed where I should be. I know that all of my current circumstances aren't quite tip-top right now, but i'm on my way- things are getting better. I mean, really- I've been waiting to get into this pace since I was 14, so this is a big deal for me.
The only actual line of dialogue that I remember is from when I'm checking in- she told me that if I was going to take pictures, there was a spot on the 2nd or 3rd floor where that was to be done- there was a cement area there for pictures, because she didn't want any of those unemployed girls accidentally getting their pictures taken. So I don't know if this is mostly to do with my specific job and the people I work with/for right now, or just the fact that I'm finally back in with the working stiffs. I don't know. But I do think that I had some sort of nifty tree-filled view.
So last night, I don't know how I found the building, but somehow I made it inside, looked around and got an apartment of my own in this place. It wasn't the most attractive place in the world, just a lot of cement and old faded wood on the walls, but it was strong and secure and there were a lot of other people who seemed to be like me living in it, as well. Somehow I made it in on one of the top floors of the building and got down to the front desk, where I secured an apartment with only 150 dollars of the 350 needed and I showed the woman working the desk that I had a paycheck that I just needed to cash before I could finish paying. I went up to my room, put my bag of things away, and then I woke up.
All that I can make out of this is that I think it means I'm finally headed where I should be. I know that all of my current circumstances aren't quite tip-top right now, but i'm on my way- things are getting better. I mean, really- I've been waiting to get into this pace since I was 14, so this is a big deal for me.
The only actual line of dialogue that I remember is from when I'm checking in- she told me that if I was going to take pictures, there was a spot on the 2nd or 3rd floor where that was to be done- there was a cement area there for pictures, because she didn't want any of those unemployed girls accidentally getting their pictures taken. So I don't know if this is mostly to do with my specific job and the people I work with/for right now, or just the fact that I'm finally back in with the working stiffs. I don't know. But I do think that I had some sort of nifty tree-filled view.