I was at where I’d recently gone for a job interview, seeing if I was the successful candidate.
Everyone was friendly. Somehow I’d had a sleep over there. I was naked and needed to get my clothes. A female who was topless with pointy breasts/puffy nipples helped me get my clothes. I was doing my best not to flash her. I failed.
Lots more went on that I cannot remember.
I was asked to bring in four hours worth of examples of my work.At some point I asked KW if she had written another novel and she said she had not.
Someone had planted all of my potted cacti and succulents. I was very annoyed as the whole point of them being in pots was that they were easy to move when I moved house and being potted kept their size down until I had a place of my own and I could plant them.
1950’s seated in bar, boxers only. Apparently it is the middle of WWI.
I imagined wearing army uniform at which point I decide I am in a dream and it is lucid. Imagining the uniform was a tad slow and clunky and I was not able to do much besides chat up some lady in the back of the very quiet bar.
I was behind the counter of a newsagency in George Steet qand wound up serving customers when that was not my purpose.
I was giving some change from $5 and had given then $2.60 then $2.10 (mixed up with silver coins). Eventually I got it right.
Lots more to the dream. This is the only bit I remember.
I was outside in the garden. It looked like I was near a house which turned into a barn. At the back, there were thoughts of planting a “May tree”. I am then on the white house lawn observing a slick presidential address involving changing camera angles. Smooth wraps and other thinks like smooth tracking (camera on rail lines for sweeps – whatever that technique is called). Barrack Obama is saying something about some impending legislation and if it is passed, “we are all boned”. The address shifts to a bad cgi image of a lady wearing a military helmet strapped to a chair falling through many levels of metal mesh flooring. The final level she breaks through is concrete. With the exception of the last level, all levels left a cartoon like hole. On the wall is a level indicator 23 LH 4 (prob got that wrong). She looks up and a media sized rock falls knocking her out (thoughts of slap stick occurred here and a feint laugh track). A neon white blue flash on a Giger alien tail is seen before the ad ends. My dream self was thinking the advert was very clever. Though this was an ad, it was a total immersion observation.
I was at the top of Coach Road in Moe and the small tin shed was open to the south. A person was in there with a medium sized telescope. It looked like a refractor, probably a compound (?). Black. Polished. SSE.
I noticed safety equipment on the back wall – yellow vests and other unspecified things.
Pretty sure there was more to it. I recall thinking I should record the dream. I was not lucid, despite such thoughts.
Something about being interviewed as to regarding cameras being placed in cigarette packets. I was sound bited as saying I liked to take notes and be prepared.
Some old whiskery codger was being interviewed. He was disgusting – ash on his tongue, two cigarette butts and a scrunched up tissue were in his mouth. He was saying people should be allowed to smoke. Said they should be able to drink beer and enjoy smoking in the back room as nature intended. Next a pregnant lady with three kids was at a table smoking. There was some sort of voice over. She got up to chase her kids and while being interviewed, I noticed the wall has lots of computer game boxes on it. Turns out she was being interviewed in a store. I thought her house must have been a shit hole.
Next she leaves the store and I am walking behind he and we are at some place like the Chadstone shopping centre.
I am behind her, tripping on her heels while she walks with a friend.
Next, the friend is gone and we are side by side talking. I am wearing shorts and sneakers only and am worried about being half naked and displaying my nipple piercings.
Then I am saying I need to for shopping for a shirt. The preggo lady says she may need my help with preparing (presumably for the interview), as I seemed to be good at that. I said I’d only said I liked to be prepared and had not, which is why I sounded stilted during the interview.
As she asked about if I was comfortable/annoyable, when was a flash of recollection that she was a shinier version of some really annoying, chatty lady I’d and as a FWB a few years aback.
Sort of strange dream as it shifted from an observer mode to me in the dream. The time line was all skewed but made dense in the dream.
Large sticker thing with a section that had a message from Liz R on it.
I’d attended a Government complex for an interview. I’s had a photo taken for a temporary ID. I was then back for another interview. I’d forgotten who I was there to see. The attendant remembered me. This time I needed to have a photo taken and my right eye was itchy and I had trouble keeping it open, so the photos would not look too good.
Big foyer, queues, glass screens, quite detailed when dreaming, fuzzy on recollection.
Something about snow and ice
I was racing up really step hills on recumbent bikes, trying not to lift the front wheel off the ground. I’m pretty sure the gears were really easy and the slope was around 60%