Anybody Want This Kid?

[bloodyrosemccoy]

Dreamed I was getting interviewed for a job at the university bookstore, which as often happens in my dreams was a sort of gigantic, like we're talking castle-sized, M.C. Escher-designs-a-Myst-game building with walls a hundred feet high. I was failing miserably, because their questions like "Do you like green tea?" were all supposed to be metaphors for something, but I was answering them literally. I went out feeling really inadequate, but received a morale boost when I saw this angry lady who wouldn't let me in earlier kidnapping a little girl, and I foiled her. Unfortunately, nobody really seemed to care, and I couldn't find the parents, so I wandered up and down the street with this kid in my backpack (you know, like one of those baby-backpacks, only this one also had a compartment for books and whatnot), and I kept asking people to call the police, but finally I gave up and just hoped I'd run into the parents. Somehow people knew that I wasn't kidnapping the kid ~ I think my heroic deed was in all the papers, and people kept congratulating me on it, but they didn't do anything else to acknowledge it ~ so I wasn't worried that I'd get charged. I was worried that I'd be late for class, though, so I was trying to walk fast, but of course whenever I tried to speed up I found I couldn't ~ I just wound up looking like an extra or something the Monty Python's Flying Circus sketch about the Ministry of Silly Walks. But the way to class was through somebody's kitchen, and then a forest, and then some bushes, and then into the Swiss Family Robinson tree from Disneyworld and then all sorts of other stuff like that, and I realized I'd never make it in time. Finally I gave up worrying and decided just to enjoy the company of the little girl and the walk, and then I woke up.

I think there was some other stuff, but damned if I can remember.

The odd thing is, I think I know I'm dreaming when I'm in dreams, because I keep trying to force the situation to do what I want it to by sheer will. It's like I know that if I concentrate hard enough, I can change the circumstances around me, since it's all just in my head. But I never quite manage it; instead that usually signals one of those confusing dream segues.

Sleeping has gotten way more entertaining since I started the antidepressants.

Comments

[padparadscha.livejournal.com]

Heh, possibly. But my dreams are usually not that good at analytical meaning like that. I suspect that it had more to do with my friend asking me if I'd like some green tea yesterday, and me admitting that I'm not much for it. (I like black, white, red, and herb tea, but green just never made it high on my list.)

I'm more interested in the significance of the Giant Ridiculous Bookstores that keep appearing in there.