I’ve had crazy dreams the last two nights, partially because I’m sick I’m sure, but I’m thinking the Sudafed must have helped, because I’ve had that in particular on those two nights.
So last night, the first one starts off with me being a “big brother” type to this South American kid without a dad who’s enrolling in this special like “gifted” ESL school. I help him with his speeches and stuff. I remember that he pissed the other kids off because in his intro speech he said he spoke English without an accent (which he did), but then the other kids teased him (they had pretty thick accents and no desire to get rid of them) and made him speak in Spanish, and then teased him again when his Spanish had that Spain “th” thing.
Second one was much more in depth. In craziness. Like Pleasantville-meets-Matrix-meets-Mallworld. It started with my job being transferred into this giant building thing, so I had to move into this crazy apartment. First off, the apartment (in a giant brick building) was like a rabbit warren, with hallways at weird angles and rooms in strange places – like it didn’t occupy a normal block of space but instead its space intertwined with other apartments, if that makes sense. The dining area looked out on this HUGE dining room of a ritzy restaurant, with a giant aquarium wall on the other side – like at least 20 stories high – you could see other dining rooms all along the walls.
Then the place where I worked with this ginormous building, like it was so big there was a huge scrapyard inside it (which I got lost in) in which you could barely see the ceiling, and there were cranes and big machines trashing shit left and right. Eventually I found someone to show me how to take this weird bus thing (which was near a racing strip for these chainsaw-tank-dunebuggy things that evidently people did on their lunchbreaks) that would take me to my section – C4 (the “computer section”).
Unfortunately, jobs here all consisted of the most idiotic things you could think of. Some people rode the same amusement park rides (carousel, etc.) all day. Mine in particular involved sitting at this bar, and then grabbing things the person in the bartender position would throw into this recessed counter which had a conveyor belt on it. Like he’d throw nickels in there and I was supposed to grab them, but it was OK if I didn’t, because all that mattered was that I was at work.
Most of the people who worked in this place were born into it. Like their parents were pre-selected and ordered to make a child and all that, no one had sex for fun or even knew what that was. People weren’t stupid, they just didn’t know anything. They were inside this giant pre-built economy whose only purpose was consumption – these people worked these idiotic jobs to buy things from people working other idiotic jobs I guess. It was all very weird.