Interesting dreams
So what does it mean when you have a dream about eating at a restaurant that is called "BORDERS" - yes like the bookstore - and spending more than an hour arguing with the cashier because they won't accept the $5 gift card that you have. You keep announcing to the other dining patrons after the first hour, every five minutes that "It has been one hour and twenty minutes since I asked them to honor my gift card!" and this fails to embarass them, riles the other diners behind you, and management comes out to put out the fire.
Arguments ensue. Apparently it is the future, and due to a background check, my coupon balance had been transferred to the public works, and was of no value in the store. Why? The restaurant manager said that the balance had been used to partially pay outstanding ticket citations.
I ask "What Tickets?"
Two for an unmowed lawn, one for violation of canine laws within the city limits. Myself not being grounded in this alternate-reality future, I argued how could a gift card at BORDERS Restaurant be transferred to pay for outstanding civil citations? And ridiculous ones at that? Let alone, since it was the future, wouldn't you think that: a) The sum of tickets could not be paid by $5. b) Someone would have just given me either a $5 bill, a free beer, or a side of fries to take home, which I had said before I would have been more than happy with.
Anyway, this is a brief summation of a very involved, detailed, vivid, and intricate (and I think lengthy) dream I had last night. There are more interesting details, like that previous to dining, I had been in band practice with Clayton and Scott, and for some reason Clayton had come to the restaurant with me but then had left, and Scott had stayed home and we were going to reconvene later.
The only thing I can think of so far, interpretation-wise, is that there is some correlation between the symbolism here and my internal fears about the socialistic tendencies the direction of the United States is showing with recent policy changes, directives, and having been personally subject to TSA security procedures, being in a vast concentration of "La Public Generale," and having recently had a strong dose of exposure to the most extreme proletarian conditions.
I think I can take away from this: I'm really saddened and worried by what we've become, where we are headed, and what looks like a tough ship to change the course of. However, I am very willing to fight for my five goddamn measley unimportant monetary balance, even it having been both branded corporate physically, and governmentally symbolically.
Ok. Time to board a plane at SJC and head back to TVC via MSP.
I /so/ miss my son. :)
Arguments ensue. Apparently it is the future, and due to a background check, my coupon balance had been transferred to the public works, and was of no value in the store. Why? The restaurant manager said that the balance had been used to partially pay outstanding ticket citations.
I ask "What Tickets?"
Two for an unmowed lawn, one for violation of canine laws within the city limits. Myself not being grounded in this alternate-reality future, I argued how could a gift card at BORDERS Restaurant be transferred to pay for outstanding civil citations? And ridiculous ones at that? Let alone, since it was the future, wouldn't you think that: a) The sum of tickets could not be paid by $5. b) Someone would have just given me either a $5 bill, a free beer, or a side of fries to take home, which I had said before I would have been more than happy with.
Anyway, this is a brief summation of a very involved, detailed, vivid, and intricate (and I think lengthy) dream I had last night. There are more interesting details, like that previous to dining, I had been in band practice with Clayton and Scott, and for some reason Clayton had come to the restaurant with me but then had left, and Scott had stayed home and we were going to reconvene later.
The only thing I can think of so far, interpretation-wise, is that there is some correlation between the symbolism here and my internal fears about the socialistic tendencies the direction of the United States is showing with recent policy changes, directives, and having been personally subject to TSA security procedures, being in a vast concentration of "La Public Generale," and having recently had a strong dose of exposure to the most extreme proletarian conditions.
I think I can take away from this: I'm really saddened and worried by what we've become, where we are headed, and what looks like a tough ship to change the course of. However, I am very willing to fight for my five goddamn measley unimportant monetary balance, even it having been both branded corporate physically, and governmentally symbolically.
Ok. Time to board a plane at SJC and head back to TVC via MSP.
I /so/ miss my son. :)