Heat Dreams

Dream #1

I was house sitting for my Grandfather who was was still alive (he'd be 115 now) but away for the weekend. While reading in the living room down the hall from his exam room and office (he was the town’s doc — the GP) I heard glass breaking. Someone had crashed through his office window and was toppling beakers and bottles.

Fear frozen, I couldn’t come up with what to do next. Should I investigate and hopefully scare off the intruders or just wait panic-rooted to the couch, book still open on my lap? Maybe they’d leave?

I woke before a decision was made. Likely I would’ve done the brain-dead, John McLane-ish thing and confronted the thugs.

Spectacularly ill advised -- that’s how I roll.

Träumen #2

Coco, healthy but way too hot

I come downstairs to find Coco, her face covered in thick, bright red blood — I screamed for The Amazing Bob. TAB and I held her, tried to clean her wounds and assess the damage. At first it looked as though she was missing an eye.

Thank Bast, she was in better shape than all the blood implied.

And then, in the world outside this dark chimera, I felt four paws land heavily on my chest. Our delicate angel was informing me that it was half past breakfast time. ‘Shake a leg you lazy slag!’
And I did.

Somnium #3



I’ve been informed that I’m to accompany the biz owner on a sales/client visit trip to San Francisco. I seem to have some key skill/ability necessary to close a big deal.

Mind you, my waking world customer interactions generally involved phone, IM, email and in office consultations/discussions — not big sales type visits. Still and all, that I would have the knowledge/skills needed for a fat deal closing isn’t inconceivable.

At this surrealistic pillow biz though, I was a low level grunt. There was an air of Cinderella discovered — the glass slipper of heroic print sales fitting my oh so elegant and charming foot.

In real life this was the joint where I was hired to do market research and data analysis but was given nothing but the customer service equivalent of auto factory line work (except without the great pay and benefits). 

Why am I having a dream about this company, this big honcho now — seven months after I quit? I gave them chapter, verse and phoneme, in a calm and diplomatic manner, when I said my big So Long too.

Maybe it just takes a while, longer than I’d expect certainly, for anger and resentment to dissipate. Seems like a waste of good dreamtime.