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General Discussion / Re: The Dream Thread
« on: July 28, 2017, 03:28:58 pm »
Had this dream a few nights ago. It was pretty great, in a weird way.
Like most of my dreams these days, it involves work. This dream begins as I arrive at work to start my day, but with a pretty major difference: it's mid-morning instead of early-morning which is when I usually start. I dunno if it was April Fool's Day or Halloween or what, but there were signs of severe pranking everywhere I could see. There was even a car buried up to its roof. It wasn't simply covered in a dirt pile, though; someone had dug a car-sized hole into the dirt, placed the car inside, and then proceeded to bury it until the top of the roof was flush with the ground. The ground was hard-packed as well, as though it had been done days ago.
Anyway. I look for my assigned truck and realize that it's nowhere to be found. In real life, this is when I'd call the office and try to get a new assignment over the phone. In this dream, for some reason, I decided to pay the office a visit in-person. The office is a pretty standard affair, normally; ground-floor lounging and computer area, all the managers and dispatchers up the stairs. In this case, the building was much larger and more open, like a multi-leveled mall. Instead of taking the stairs to speak to my manager, I climbed on people's desks and cubicle walls and any other handy object. No one seemed to mind.
My manager informed me that I was going to be assigned to a new truck, but it was at an off-site storage area instead of our yard. I was given a ride to my city's downtown district and was dropped off in front of a small Chinese restaurant. I spoke to the staff inside, and after a while I managed to convince them that I was there for my truck, not any food. When they demanded payment, I gave them a sack of jewels. Some of the jewels looked fake, but the staff didn't care.
The staff said that they weren't exactly sure where my truck was located, but they would help me search. A door at the back of the building took us from the small restaurant to what was either a hotel or an apartment tower; several floors with numbered doors, some of which had people on the other side. There were secret passageways that I dared not explore, and the stairs leading from one floor to the next were never the same design twice.
Eventually one of the restaurant workers shouted that they had found my truck! I came running and I saw...a closet. Just some shelves inside a door. The person insisted that my truck was there so I took a closer look and found that the shelves were just camouflage. Beyond those shelves were more shelves. And then more. And more. Until I entered this bright, modern parking garage. It was huge! Dozens of cars of every make, model, and color. Sitting in the back? Several trucks, all with my company's logo on them! I found the one assigned to me, hopped in, and started it up. The last thing I noticed before I woke up was that the odometer was set to 0. It had never been driven before.
Like most of my dreams these days, it involves work. This dream begins as I arrive at work to start my day, but with a pretty major difference: it's mid-morning instead of early-morning which is when I usually start. I dunno if it was April Fool's Day or Halloween or what, but there were signs of severe pranking everywhere I could see. There was even a car buried up to its roof. It wasn't simply covered in a dirt pile, though; someone had dug a car-sized hole into the dirt, placed the car inside, and then proceeded to bury it until the top of the roof was flush with the ground. The ground was hard-packed as well, as though it had been done days ago.
Anyway. I look for my assigned truck and realize that it's nowhere to be found. In real life, this is when I'd call the office and try to get a new assignment over the phone. In this dream, for some reason, I decided to pay the office a visit in-person. The office is a pretty standard affair, normally; ground-floor lounging and computer area, all the managers and dispatchers up the stairs. In this case, the building was much larger and more open, like a multi-leveled mall. Instead of taking the stairs to speak to my manager, I climbed on people's desks and cubicle walls and any other handy object. No one seemed to mind.
My manager informed me that I was going to be assigned to a new truck, but it was at an off-site storage area instead of our yard. I was given a ride to my city's downtown district and was dropped off in front of a small Chinese restaurant. I spoke to the staff inside, and after a while I managed to convince them that I was there for my truck, not any food. When they demanded payment, I gave them a sack of jewels. Some of the jewels looked fake, but the staff didn't care.
The staff said that they weren't exactly sure where my truck was located, but they would help me search. A door at the back of the building took us from the small restaurant to what was either a hotel or an apartment tower; several floors with numbered doors, some of which had people on the other side. There were secret passageways that I dared not explore, and the stairs leading from one floor to the next were never the same design twice.
Eventually one of the restaurant workers shouted that they had found my truck! I came running and I saw...a closet. Just some shelves inside a door. The person insisted that my truck was there so I took a closer look and found that the shelves were just camouflage. Beyond those shelves were more shelves. And then more. And more. Until I entered this bright, modern parking garage. It was huge! Dozens of cars of every make, model, and color. Sitting in the back? Several trucks, all with my company's logo on them! I found the one assigned to me, hopped in, and started it up. The last thing I noticed before I woke up was that the odometer was set to 0. It had never been driven before.
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