Dreams: I love it when my dreams cut out the symbolism and metaphor shit and just explain things. I have had dreams where I am in a library, this weird stone well with glowing waters and a mirror, sitting in an office, a throne room, ect… where a character (in my case usually Rhulan, Misaline, Claire, Hollia, or Rhuen, also sometimes this shadowy cat, or this massive black vines with red crystals embedded in it like a million eyes eldritch abomination, once in a great while it’s a dragon or a fox) just sits down and explains things to you.
Usually its stories, or quantum mechanics theories, or advice on life, cultural stuff, its like lessons and listening to a story teller; other times observing.
However most my dreams are exploring and what not. I remember when I worked at Goodwill I was having these weird dreams every so often; usually when I was having money problems I had these dreams where Goodwill was in the middle of a desert and I was going in there and staying. The obvious symbolism being a world of uncertainty and sticking with a safe “bet” even if its below what I feel I should have, instead of going back out into the desert and continuing on.
Those dreams started to have skeletons and the clothes become zombies and such; my brains way of saying “dead end job” my brain isn’t very subtle. It gave up on that apparently after a few years and I had a dream where the Juggernaut from Marvel Comics, only with black armor, came into the store and was surprised to see me there; and asked what I was doing working there.
Then came that time when my car was hit by a deer, got a new vehicle, but with such poor gas mileage that the drive to work in another city was too draining (at the time the idea of disconnecting my cable and/or home internet did not occur to me as an option) so I was having to borrow money to pay for gas. I had a dream I never told anyone as it was what prompted me to give a two weeks notice without having another job lined up. Ended up doing temp jobs, (huge mistake, but not related to this). Also worth noting is this was also right after I had been passed over for a promotion which was given to someone who had worked there less than half the time I had. I interviewed for the position.
So recap: Job I didn’t like, condescending asshole customers on a daily basis, passed over for a promotion I needed given to someone with less experience but a sunnier attitude I guess, interviewed by random main office guy who didn’t even know how long I had been working there, seriously he admitted to this later after I ran into him at a different store as a customer sometime after I had quit; any who, add in borrowing money driving a vehicle between cities each day and….terrifying dream. I was told in no uncertain terms by Rhulan in a mirror “I put up with this shit for six years, gave you plenty of symbolic dreams, pushes to actively look for a better job, I am sick of this shit. Either you quit or so help me the next time we have a condescending oil stain stinking asshole customer I am going to take over your body and strangle the son of a bitch.”
Now I told that story to tell this one: I had a similar dream the other night. What with these one or two day weeks during the off season here I am making crap for paychecks. I walked into the theater, it was dark, and Rhulan was sitting in a seat. I said to her, “Let me guess you want me to quit this job,”
And surprisingly she just (she was eating popcorn by the way from a bucket we don’t sell, like a classic red and white stripped bucket) turned nonchalantly and said, “eh, just fill out some applications for a second job. Let’s wait till Guardians of the Galaxy and Godzilla have come out, then let’s talk if we don’t have another job after that…seriously tickets are eight bucks a pop and we get to watch these for free…”
*not in those exact words, it was more…weird, like two sentences at the same time spoken as instant recognition of data, like a digital signal rather than analogue*
So yeah….scary ass inner voices can be bribed with free movie tickets…why the hell not. But the tolerance for these low paychecks is wearing thin. I also don’t know why they had us on such few hours this week; this week was the local community college’s spring break; you’d think with 300-2 in the theaters and such they’d need some more people in the evenings.