Bad Dreams
I haven't had a bad dream in a lot of years. Probably not since I was 16. Last night I had 2.
The first one was an odd concept. It was like experiencing a movie. A horror movie. A "mad scientist" had died in a large house where he did his experiments and his ghost haunted the house. He had a bunch of traps set up to instantly vaporize anyone who tried to search the house. One person went in looking for something with his partner. After searching around, he found a row of small cartoon mouse-looking effigies, one of them holding a can of some sort. The man reached down to grab the can from the mouse's arms; but before he could touch it, the mouse dropped the can and the man instantly turned to ash. His partner, who was watching the whole thing, twisted, warped, and was blown against a wall. He, literally, became paint on the wall. A random man walking past the house who, coincidently, was looking up at the window of the room where this occured, was mummafied; all of his bodily fluids exited his body and he became a shriveled carcas.
I was involved in an exploration of the house with a group of people after seeing all of this from an omnipotent 3rd-person. My personal exploration wasn't very detailed and I don't remember much that happened, but what I do remember is that the "movie" suddenly panned backward from my computer to Angela and myself laying together in my bed. I asked her: "Can you ever sleep after watching scary movies?"
To which, she replied, "Yeah, I don't have a problem."
So now I'm awake, for real, and I realize that I have to go back to sleep. I didn't have to work for another few hours.
The second dream was tragic. It started out with me, alone, at work. I was running a few jobs in my optics lab, but the equipment kept malfunctioning and one person was waiting for his glasses. The store's General Manager, Vickie, came back and hounded me that this man was waiting for his glasses for over an hour and that he was really upset. She was upset on his behalf and stood over me until I finished the job, putting a lot of pressure on me. So I kept screwing things up and, not only damaging the job I was running, but damaging the equipment as well. I took my lunch break, job undone, and I think someone took over for me while I was gone (I don't remember clearly). I walked to-and-from the foodcourt, happened to run into a few high school friends along the way, and ended up back at work. I ate, finished out my day, and got my things ready to leave. Vickie said she needed to talk to me.
I asked her what she needed, she said: "Well, take a year off. At the end of the year, put your bid in for your job. It's VERY important that you call and place your bid." Explanation: all of the lab people were being let go for a year, after which, they had to bid on their hourly wage to be the ONLY lab tech for an indefinite period of time.
Stunned, I asked: "How am I going to live a year, unpaid, in this economy? How am I supposed to find another job?"
Vickie replied: "That's not my problem..."
I found myself on the schoolgrounds of my old elementary school, which was a block down the road from my old house in Charlotte (apparently that's where I lived in this dream). I wandered through the grounds, across the basketball courts, distraught & dazed, and still in my labcoat. The weather was bad. The clouds were swirling above me. It looked bad. I hurried toward my house watching the clouds swirl above it. A tornado dropped in the road direcly in front of my house. I dropped to my knees and started screaming at the tornado. Oddly, the tornado traveled, at great speeds, to the South leaving a very linear path of destruction. My house was North of the road. I finally made it to my house, stood on the steps, and looked down the alley of destruction DIRECTLY in front of me. I went in to talk to my dad, but then my alarm clock went off.
I think I'm under too much stress...
The first one was an odd concept. It was like experiencing a movie. A horror movie. A "mad scientist" had died in a large house where he did his experiments and his ghost haunted the house. He had a bunch of traps set up to instantly vaporize anyone who tried to search the house. One person went in looking for something with his partner. After searching around, he found a row of small cartoon mouse-looking effigies, one of them holding a can of some sort. The man reached down to grab the can from the mouse's arms; but before he could touch it, the mouse dropped the can and the man instantly turned to ash. His partner, who was watching the whole thing, twisted, warped, and was blown against a wall. He, literally, became paint on the wall. A random man walking past the house who, coincidently, was looking up at the window of the room where this occured, was mummafied; all of his bodily fluids exited his body and he became a shriveled carcas.
I was involved in an exploration of the house with a group of people after seeing all of this from an omnipotent 3rd-person. My personal exploration wasn't very detailed and I don't remember much that happened, but what I do remember is that the "movie" suddenly panned backward from my computer to Angela and myself laying together in my bed. I asked her: "Can you ever sleep after watching scary movies?"
To which, she replied, "Yeah, I don't have a problem."
So now I'm awake, for real, and I realize that I have to go back to sleep. I didn't have to work for another few hours.
The second dream was tragic. It started out with me, alone, at work. I was running a few jobs in my optics lab, but the equipment kept malfunctioning and one person was waiting for his glasses. The store's General Manager, Vickie, came back and hounded me that this man was waiting for his glasses for over an hour and that he was really upset. She was upset on his behalf and stood over me until I finished the job, putting a lot of pressure on me. So I kept screwing things up and, not only damaging the job I was running, but damaging the equipment as well. I took my lunch break, job undone, and I think someone took over for me while I was gone (I don't remember clearly). I walked to-and-from the foodcourt, happened to run into a few high school friends along the way, and ended up back at work. I ate, finished out my day, and got my things ready to leave. Vickie said she needed to talk to me.
I asked her what she needed, she said: "Well, take a year off. At the end of the year, put your bid in for your job. It's VERY important that you call and place your bid." Explanation: all of the lab people were being let go for a year, after which, they had to bid on their hourly wage to be the ONLY lab tech for an indefinite period of time.
Stunned, I asked: "How am I going to live a year, unpaid, in this economy? How am I supposed to find another job?"
Vickie replied: "That's not my problem..."
I found myself on the schoolgrounds of my old elementary school, which was a block down the road from my old house in Charlotte (apparently that's where I lived in this dream). I wandered through the grounds, across the basketball courts, distraught & dazed, and still in my labcoat. The weather was bad. The clouds were swirling above me. It looked bad. I hurried toward my house watching the clouds swirl above it. A tornado dropped in the road direcly in front of my house. I dropped to my knees and started screaming at the tornado. Oddly, the tornado traveled, at great speeds, to the South leaving a very linear path of destruction. My house was North of the road. I finally made it to my house, stood on the steps, and looked down the alley of destruction DIRECTLY in front of me. I went in to talk to my dad, but then my alarm clock went off.
I think I'm under too much stress...