Dreams: By Tag: Boss

Thursday, April 01, 2010: The Devil

He died.

He stood outside, looking down at his body on the ground. In a moment, he found himself inside a dark stone building. He stood in a waiting room before an open door. After a short wait, a secretary said that the devil would see him now.

He walked into the room and sat down. The devil was sitting behind a desk, flanked by two secretaries. The devil appeared to be a well-dressed, mannered white-haired man with a beard. The devil greeted him, and began to review his life and ask him questions, while the secretaries took notes or presented factual documents.

One question was, "How many acts of selfless love did you commit?" He wasn't sure. One of the secretaries handed the devil a paper, and he said, "I see here that you have committed nine acts of selfless love during your life. Well done."

There was no sense of a trial, condemnation, or judgment. It was a review of his life. This place, too, was not one of punishment. He was sure this was hell, but it was organized, structured, purposeful, elegant; it was a bureaucracy, devoid of any negative elements associated with bureaucracy.

At the conclusion of the review, the devil said, without menace or guile, that he had a job for a man like him.

Monday, April 21, 2008: Barracks

He found himself in sparse barracks of unpainted wood. Dark green shades were pulled down over window screens. A few others of the same rank milled about the barracks.

Two officers entered the barracks through a screen door. One officer ranked higher than the other. First, they taught him how to address them correctly. Second, they gave him a mission. Then they departed.

He departed the barracks alone. He walked to a remote part of the city at twilight. He stood quietly, waiting for a bus.

After some time, a bus drove along the street. It pulled up to the curb further away than he expected. He ran to the bus. Then he remembered that he left his bags where he had stood. He begged the bus-driver to wait while he went back and retrieved his bags.

Monday, December 17, 2007: Sartre, Kung Fu

Half-formed dreams of words and concepts from Sartre’s Being and Nothingness floated through my head for most of the night.

I was reading Sartre before bed. Bad idea.

After my thoughts settled down, I dreamed of a gathering of my old gaming group. I snapped photos of the upper right quarter of their faces. I asked them if they wanted to be in a movie. They enthusiastically agreed.

We ran, filmed by an unseen crew, through a movie set that seemed to be constructed solely from wood paneling. Martial artist thugs pursued us. We exited the building onto a large patio. We were stopped by a boss-man flanked by two Asian women dressed in black, brandishing swords, his bodyguards. He invited us to enjoy the party. There was a pool and an outdoor kitchen. I turned on the grill.

Saturday, January 20, 2007: Black Books, Foreperson, Mantra, Mirror

While browsing a comic book store, I came across three books with black covers. They were a set of graphic novels, written and illustrated by Eric Willand. [Eric was an acquaintance I made back in high school. I had admired his artwork.] I purchased the three black books.

Later, I dreamed about an female Asian foreman. She was shouting at two truck drivers, “Stop, you’re mixing them!”

I dreamed of a mantra, “Money, energy, matter, and time.”

I dreamed that I was purposefully gazing into a mirror, because I was thinking to myself about the nature of mirrors in dreams. When I looked into the mirror, I could only see a small portion of my face, whichever I was focused on.

Friday, August 06, 2004: Fence, Carousel, Email

The fence on the side of my house was finished, as it is in real life, only instead of the fence-posts being embedded directly into the ground, they were embedded in concrete road barriers. As I was inspecting it, a rubbish removal truck pulled into my neighbor’s driveway, adjacent to my fence, and pushed the fence up against the house. This made me feel angry.

In my mind and in real life, I do wish to keep a boundary between myself and the neighbor who continues to push against my boundaries.

Next, I had a dream that I was exploring the basement of my house. The basement stairs were different. They were wider and almost completely obstructed by debris. The stairs led to a corridor that was dimly lit by bulbs that hung overhead. The walls were painted yellow. Immediately on the right, at the bottom of the stairs, was a small room, with a sink and toilet. I continued down the corridor and turned left, pushing through thick cobwebs. I came upon a large room full of junk. There were dirty windows on the other side of the room. I could also see a corridor exiting the room opposite the way I entered. In the room was a carousel, with all of the horses removed. One wooden horse stood off to one side. As I stood upon the round platform, it began to spin. I stepped off the platform and thought, “This must somehow connect into the rest of my basement.”

In the last dream I remember, my boss called me and asked me if I had finished any of the work he had sent me to do by email. “No,” I said, “because I am on vacation.”

Actually, I was on vacation. I did receive some emails from my boss, but, since I was on vacation and the emails were not urgent, I put them off until next week.

Sunday, July 25, 2004: Minotaur, Hunters, Insects, Office, President

I had a dream that I killed a minotaur.

I had a dream that I was with some hunters. As they were shooting at an animal, they accidentally shot one of their horses. They didn’t kill it with the first shot, so they shot it again through the head.

I had a dream that I was trying to kill insects.

I had a dream that I was in my boss’s satellite office across from Billings Square Library. Or at least that’s where it was in my dream; my boss doesn’t have a satellite office. While I was in the house, I realized that this place could have the white room that I dream about so much. I found out that my boss hired an old friend of mine, Bob.

In my final dream, I had a dream that I was walking with a president. It was either Bill Clinton, George W Bush, Al Gore, or John Kerry. Maybe he was all four of them.