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amberdreams) wrote2020-02-07 09:04 am
amberdreams) wrote2020-02-07 09:04 am
Plums? Really?
Dreams are weird
My dream started with a phone call from someone who might have been called Khan, who wanted me to come to some meeting aimed at a new product (training, I think). I don’t know why I said I’d go since I haven’t done anything along those lines for over a decade but anyway, I said I’d go.
The next day I was setting off but realised I hadn’t written down the details of the address or anything much at all, really. Happily I bumped into a bloke who, it turned out, was also invited to the meeting, so we walked there together. I was telling him about the examining work I used to do because he said he was an invigilator. I have a feeling that when I first bumped into him he was someone I knew but he morphed into a stranger later, so who knows.
We were at a set of houses made of dark grey tile, all called Khan-something so apparently that part was the address, not the person. At which point I discovered my invigilator companion also didn’t know who we were meeting with, or the full address. But it didn’t matter, because that’s when we bumped into two very tall bearded Scandinavian blokes who were also attending our meeting, and they – hurrah! – knew where to go.
I then told Invigilator-man that the Scandinavians were very interesting because they were building a replica Viking ship, so we had a pleasant few minutes discussing archaeology and Viking art, before they told us we needed to catch a bus to get to the meeting venue.
Invigilator-man and I jumped on a bus, which was nothing like any bus I’ve ever seen – blue satin seats! But the Scandinavians walked – we then passed them running to catch our bus… Weird.
Weirder though was a scene shift to a cave in a zoo, and I was now with two women, and we were talking about my early work life. In the cave behind us were some animated plums – they weren’t cartoon-like, they didn’t have legs or faces or make noises, but they were alive and moving around, presumably doing whatever domestic things animated plums do. I then came out with a revelation that was news to me – my first job was a month as an animated plum. So there you go. Unsurprisingly, I was very happy when I left that job for a boring office position. I guess being an animated plum wasn’t a plum job --- boom boom!
It didn’t end there, because my two hairy Scandinavians were back, but now they were female, not hairy and athletes. I was with some of my old hockey team, plus some SPN friends, and we were taking part in some sort of performance art event involving hand painted cards, and my two Scandinavians had some part to play in this. However, our goalkeeper, Lindsay, had changed the order so I was having to wait while my Belgian friend Wendy did her whatever it was first.
And that’s when I finally woke up.
My dream started with a phone call from someone who might have been called Khan, who wanted me to come to some meeting aimed at a new product (training, I think). I don’t know why I said I’d go since I haven’t done anything along those lines for over a decade but anyway, I said I’d go.
The next day I was setting off but realised I hadn’t written down the details of the address or anything much at all, really. Happily I bumped into a bloke who, it turned out, was also invited to the meeting, so we walked there together. I was telling him about the examining work I used to do because he said he was an invigilator. I have a feeling that when I first bumped into him he was someone I knew but he morphed into a stranger later, so who knows.
We were at a set of houses made of dark grey tile, all called Khan-something so apparently that part was the address, not the person. At which point I discovered my invigilator companion also didn’t know who we were meeting with, or the full address. But it didn’t matter, because that’s when we bumped into two very tall bearded Scandinavian blokes who were also attending our meeting, and they – hurrah! – knew where to go.
I then told Invigilator-man that the Scandinavians were very interesting because they were building a replica Viking ship, so we had a pleasant few minutes discussing archaeology and Viking art, before they told us we needed to catch a bus to get to the meeting venue.
Invigilator-man and I jumped on a bus, which was nothing like any bus I’ve ever seen – blue satin seats! But the Scandinavians walked – we then passed them running to catch our bus… Weird.
Weirder though was a scene shift to a cave in a zoo, and I was now with two women, and we were talking about my early work life. In the cave behind us were some animated plums – they weren’t cartoon-like, they didn’t have legs or faces or make noises, but they were alive and moving around, presumably doing whatever domestic things animated plums do. I then came out with a revelation that was news to me – my first job was a month as an animated plum. So there you go. Unsurprisingly, I was very happy when I left that job for a boring office position. I guess being an animated plum wasn’t a plum job --- boom boom!
It didn’t end there, because my two hairy Scandinavians were back, but now they were female, not hairy and athletes. I was with some of my old hockey team, plus some SPN friends, and we were taking part in some sort of performance art event involving hand painted cards, and my two Scandinavians had some part to play in this. However, our goalkeeper, Lindsay, had changed the order so I was having to wait while my Belgian friend Wendy did her whatever it was first.
And that’s when I finally woke up.