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Dreaming last night i was part of a fivesome working on the streets of some Florida city. Three girls, two boys. it was very pragmatic, and would have remained so if the boys remained who they were and weren't reveled as some sort of secret agent/fifth wheel for an organisation intent on spying on the public or the other crew members or both.
Although the subject matter was soul crushingly abhorrent what i liked the most about it all was the interaction between the five of us. yes the job was a grind (no pun intended), and no one really saw anything positive or long term out of it, and yes there were dangers and risks around every corner and with every client. But on the flipside the group shared the burden equally, which allowed it to be physically shouldered in the first place, everyone ate, there was a double-sized hotel room or lock-up (it was hard to say, my dreams are often unstable when it comes to physics) so you could shut out the world at the end of it.
I don't know why I'm dreaming this, and I don't know whether i welcomed the reveal at the end of it. That is, the boys showed their hand and the rest of us were faced with the choice of death or assimilation into whatever company they were working for. whether it was my subconscious telling me something about faux families, the importance of friendship when the world piles it on, or the fact that true power of the world is some faceless, omnipotent corporation bent on turning the world into little more than a giant maze where all the population are rats and running exactly where the owners tell them.
I think i might be a little under the weather, which might explain my disjointed wordplay.
either way it was a good dream. Relate-able. And i don't know if that's a good thing or not.
Last Week ended harshly.
Friday was the best. Bawled in the morning, scrubbed in the afternoon, flew across the 'verse in a spaceship fueled by Rose, chicken and vegetable pie and cheesecake in the evening.
Unfortunately the last one was only in a board game but it was still great.
Bawling basically came about because I ended up overly stressed. This is normal in the job but I think my own head is having second thoughts about things and its a combination that is giving my demons more fuel than a SUV at a Saudi gas station. Fill the tank? I'd fill the back seat...
Gives me a 1000 yard stare which i have to ride out until lunchtime.
Ahhh... job.
Ahhh... life.
Ahhh... headache.
Going to get chicken soup.
Although the subject matter was soul crushingly abhorrent what i liked the most about it all was the interaction between the five of us. yes the job was a grind (no pun intended), and no one really saw anything positive or long term out of it, and yes there were dangers and risks around every corner and with every client. But on the flipside the group shared the burden equally, which allowed it to be physically shouldered in the first place, everyone ate, there was a double-sized hotel room or lock-up (it was hard to say, my dreams are often unstable when it comes to physics) so you could shut out the world at the end of it.
I don't know why I'm dreaming this, and I don't know whether i welcomed the reveal at the end of it. That is, the boys showed their hand and the rest of us were faced with the choice of death or assimilation into whatever company they were working for. whether it was my subconscious telling me something about faux families, the importance of friendship when the world piles it on, or the fact that true power of the world is some faceless, omnipotent corporation bent on turning the world into little more than a giant maze where all the population are rats and running exactly where the owners tell them.
I think i might be a little under the weather, which might explain my disjointed wordplay.
either way it was a good dream. Relate-able. And i don't know if that's a good thing or not.
Last Week ended harshly.
Friday was the best. Bawled in the morning, scrubbed in the afternoon, flew across the 'verse in a spaceship fueled by Rose, chicken and vegetable pie and cheesecake in the evening.
Unfortunately the last one was only in a board game but it was still great.
Bawling basically came about because I ended up overly stressed. This is normal in the job but I think my own head is having second thoughts about things and its a combination that is giving my demons more fuel than a SUV at a Saudi gas station. Fill the tank? I'd fill the back seat...
Gives me a 1000 yard stare which i have to ride out until lunchtime.
Ahhh... job.
Ahhh... life.
Ahhh... headache.
Going to get chicken soup.