lastnite: a dream journal

Bored in NYC

Margaret (my ex-boss, last seen in 1997) was mad at me for not telling her that there was going to be construction done in the theater, and we got into a little war. I chased after her through a festival downtown, screaming all sorts of things at her. After my throat hurt, I turned around and went back, remembering that the plans had been drawn before I even started working there, so there was no way it was my responsibility to keep her informed.

I was in New York and bored out of my skull. I was entirely alone for some reason. I only stayed within a one-block radius of where I was staying. There was a movie theater that was playing the uncut version of sex, lies, and videotape, which I didn't really care about seeing, but it was directed by the same guy [Stephen Soderbergh] who did Kafka, so I thought about giving it a chance. Admission was $2.93. I had picked up a CD somewhere, and I abandoned it in a CD store because I was afraid they'd try to charge me for it.

I was at work. Stephanie had just wrapped up a volunteer meeting that was held in her cubicle. A woman named Mary Johnson was the last to leave. She had left me an email asking for a copy of her enrollment form that she had faxed. I tried to make a copy, but since it was faxed, the quality wasn't excellent. Add to that our horrible copier, and I wasn't getting anywhere. A different Mary (this one from the university) appeared and told me not to use the copier or else it would go down forever. I was tempted to ask what the good of the copier was if it was unoperable, but I didn't.

Then I woke up, wrote down key things and went back to sleep.

So I dreamt the work dream all over again, only I told Mary (from the university) that I had just had a dream about her and wasn't that odd since I hadn't seen her in over a year and a half. She pointed out the enrollment numbers Stephanie had thought we should post on the cubicle wall of the copier and said we shouldn't let people know those statistics. She also complained that they were low. I went back into my office and was hounded by people wanting to enroll in classes. Someone waiting kept turning on and off the lights, so it was very difficult to maintain a semi-professional atmosphere. They weren't filling out enrollment forms right and didn't know which classes they wanted. One family had about eight kids and said, "Just put them in whatever class you want. We're unemployed, so we can get them to any class." A group of two black boys and one white came into my office asking for a drink of water, so I showed them to the water fountain. I almost launched into a brief history lesson telling them that once upon a time, they wouldn't have been allowed to drink out of the same fountain.