dream diary?

Ok, this time I started in reverse. Normally it’s not a problem to start in English, but I dreamt again, last night, this dream was so strange I started typing in my native language to be able to type as fast as I can in order to recollect as many details as possible. I think I a m ready for a room with padded walls and a nice white coat that closes on the back and has nice long sleeves. At the end I would like to hear if you agree or not. Here I go:

When I just left school I found a job as receptionist at a notary. In this dream a former colleague came to me. Yes you read it correctly. A former colleague. Not the notary I worked for back then, but a former colleague. I don’t think there will be any confusion about that for anyone, after all I mentioned who came to me three times by now. Ok. We started a conversation. Long and boring part short…. would I be interested to work for the notary again. Yes please! We send and old fashioned text message to my former colleagues containing the teasing question: “I will be your new team member…. Who am I”. No pictures, no group chat. This was old fashioned, like it was on my first phone, which is strange, because that phone was replaced by a smartphone a long time ago. No-one would know I send the message, unless they would have stored my number. The idea was no-one would have. Even though my message was old fashioned I got one back that contained a picture…. send by my sister? When did she start working for the notary. Not really a question I was going to ask at night, so in my dream it is totally normal for her to send this text. It’s not weird that all of a sudden I have a phone that has the capability to receive a picture with a text either. It is a picture of a ‘present’ I had given to her a long time ago which contained my name. It was some sort of notebook with stickers to put in it. A present you would give to a little girl rather than a grown-up. I had written something in it back then and signed it with my name. She was sure it was me. ( “Duh, caller-ID” I think wile typing this.) My text was send in the afternoon, the text of my sister came that evening and the next day I started work at my ‘old’ job.

Small side note. I don’t work there anymore because of the financial crisis that happened back then and there was less work to be done. He had to let people go, which is a whole other story I am not going to tell right now. The only important thing to know is that this company had to run on a minimum amount of employees for a while. Back to my dream.

This building did not look like the one I knew. It was big, lots of hallways, lots of rooms and on every wall where these huge letters spelling out which services the company offered. The building felt like a hospital. Only here no patients got cured, here services got provided. The ceilings were high, there were a lot of glass walls and the ones that were not made of glass where white. De words that hung on those walls were a light brown. They almost seemed to be made of coffee. I walked through the hallways for quite some time and ended up in an open space. It reminded me of a school cafeteria, no chairs and tables, but a lot of people talking to each other in small groups. At that moment I got another text from an old colleague, who was sure I was the one coming back as well. The colleague that had come to take me back was standing right next to me when I received it so I was told we were going to give a price to the sender of this text, because he/she was the first one with the correct answer. The colleague had already been told he won and I was struggling with myself because I really had to tell them that the winner was my sister, who was not my sister in my dream?. If I didn’t say something right know I would have to tell my sister she didn’t win because I wat too afraid to talk. A prospect that scared me as well.

Complete transformation in my dream world.
All of a sudden I am standing in front of a building together with my colleagues, but not with my sister. It is a low building, no storeys, square and a mild yellow colour. It is not too big and reminds me of our old community centre (only without other storeys). All colleagues were dressed in weird getups. Clown wigs, without the complementary make-up, were on top of some heads. One of them is dressed as an ‘elderly’, but most of all ‘funny’ costumes. I have no idea what they are supposed to be, but those are obviously characters they assume for work. One of them comes from the building with a few clothes, something I seem to think is normal. The clothes are hers, I can try them out to see what my work attire will be. It is mostly green around us. Trees, bushes, stuff like that. Not a person or building other than the one already mentioned in sight. There is a pick-up truck however, we were standing around it when the colleague came from the building. The car was a mild yellow, the hood and wheel covers a coffee colour. (hmmm, recurring colours?) I undress in front of everyone, standing in my briefs. Not all of them seem to feel comfortable with this, something that strikes me as strange. I get a thick pyjama kind of suit. The thing is a mustard colour and has a print of hotdogs ( I think, at least it has a print, but I really think they were hotdogs. And again brown/yellow?) They gave me a weird sort of scarf made of some kind of aluminium foil. The thing was blue and white and I could wear it around my neck or wave around with it. With the outfit apparently came a song: “From front, to back, From left, to right”. A song I should know the lyrics to, but the lyrics in my dream don’t match the ones I know. My character is a party animal, so that is what I will portrait when I start work.
I still don’t have a clue what it is I will be doing in my dream. I look ridiculous, as do my colleague, but in a strange way everything feels completely logical to me. Of course this is how thing have to be.

Ok, we are going to work.  We pass between two trees and arrive in the streets of…. A zoo? An amusement park? Still no clue where I work, but there are a lot of people walking in these streets and we are going to entertain them. I think I remember there were animals people could go and see, that is why I chose for mentioned options to wonder in which streets we were walking. There were a few houses, almost like a district with just five houses or something where build. Other than that it was an open space, and jet I manage to get surprised while walking around a corner, because apparently my colleagues are giving away a show and I join them quickly. Literally, because they formed a line and are holding hands, so I quickly get to the back of the row.

At some point the surroundings change while I am working. We are no longer in the streets, but on some sort of ginormous cruise ship. In the background there are huge flats made of dark red bricks. I am standing with my back turned to the bow of the ship and all of a sudden two strange things come from the air on the right hand side.
I am not good at drawing, too bad, but wat you see above this blog is the closest I can get to the ting that I still see in my head. A miniature flat? I wish I would be better at shadows and stuff.
The thing had three ‘legs’ and the middle part towers above those. The legs are equally divided underneath this middle part. It reminds me of Tetris blocks, 3d an weirdly grown together to make this tripod figuration. The two things land on deck and the top of them start to retract like a telescope (something I tried to draw as well).

My gut tells me this is not something good. Danger!!! Hide!!! On the other hand I am curious, so I keep glancing at it. Not to smart, because no I don’t have time to hide. In all of this I am still with those colleagues in strange costumes. I have no idea who or what came out of those tripod flats/Tetris blocks, but they turn out not to be friendly indeed. All of a sudden people die like flies in my dreams. Someone gets thrown over the railing here, someone gets turned into ashes by a heat ray there.

We go forward in time (what have I been doing in this time, I just saw those things land and all of a sudden they have been here for several months or years?) Everyone is afraid of the inhabitants of the tripods. If you’re not careful you are next in line to die and the technique of choosing is quite random.

At that moment a siren wails. All children start running, because apparently it is “kill the first kid you get your hands on” day. Al “tripod gods” get to kill a kid so that is what happens, gruesomely. I dreamt this part in detail as well, but I am not going to write that down. The fear I felt was intense. So was the fear. How dare the kill these kids like this! I want to ‘help’ but am to afraid. I feel like a coward. So many people are dying every time, but none of us act on it, because we are scared to die as well and glad we are still alive. I have to do something, it does not matter was.

At this point I wake up, realising I just had a VERY strange dream and keeping as still as I can. “I need to remember! Shall I get up an write it down? No I will stay here just a while longer, I can write my dream down in a minute”. I fell asleep again. When I woke up again I was still aware of the bizarre dream. Some fog was already surrounding it, so I got up and started typing. Ooh, the things that come from the sky, I can’t forget those, quick draw them, go on typing. Put as much detail as you can on paper.

So I did. At first I typed up the skeleton of the dream and after that I went back to the beginning to adjust the text, to get as many details in as I could. Trust me, nothing has been added by me. It was truly another dream. I have no clue as to how my head thinks up these crazy scenes. I do know I have been having a lot of vivid dreams again lately. Ah well, I can share those with you then. How many are there up to this point? Three? Four? I don’t feel like going through my old blogs to find out, but here you are. I am curious about your thoughts regarding this dream. I am starting to get the impression my ‘diary’ is turning into a ‘dream diary’. Sorry for the long post.

Love
Dreamer

 

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