maboroshi

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a bedroom which may have been my bedroom with a pretty woman. The room was warmly lit and it seemed to have pink coloring in certain parts. The woman wore a white tank top with pink straps.

The woman sat on the floor, explaining how she was new to this town and how she needed certain things. These things weren't necessities but were rather like items for fun. Maybe they were tickets to shows, or something like that.

She might have been planning to sell the tickets once she got them. Her plan might possibly also have included befriending men to get them to gibe her these tickets for free on a regular basis, then turning around and selling the tickets above face value.

I was now walking through a pine forest. The forest seemed clean, too clean, almost like a stage forest. The trees were tall and deep jade-green. The forest was shady.

Somehow I discovered something about the branches of the pine trees. It was like they were all dripping a clear, sugary syrup.

I was somewhere, possibly back in the room, trying to explain to the woman that she didn't need all the stuff she thought she needed. The trees produced food, and that could sustain her. But the woman wouldn't listen to me. I wasn't talking about the same thing as she was talking about. She didn't want only sustenance. I tried again to explain to the woman what was going on with the trees, what they were producing.

I was in the forest again, floating up through the trees. Beyond the trees was a tree-like structure in the sky, all made out of the clear, sugary syrup. The syrup was solid enough to form a lattice-like structue. I saw a couple of "my friends" (both male or one male and one female) sitting on a couple of seat-like parts on either side of this tree.

As I approached the tree the syrup became like drops, raining down on me. I opened my mouth to try and catch the drops.

Dream #2

I was in a room that looked like a room in a house that had been converted into an office. The place was very cluttered with paper and old office equipment. There were desks for at least two workers.

I had possibly done something dumb at my job. I was listening to a voice message from "my CEO" (!) about what a bad job I'd done. The CEO's voice was mellow and rambling, but a little bitter. I got up from my desk and walked away.

I came back. The voice message was still going. The guy who sat in the desk next to me -- a bunch of old, unused office equipment served as the partition between us -- told me, "Man, you're in trouble. This guy's saying a lot of bad stuff about you. I think he's gonna try to make you stop working here."

I thought that could be true. The CEO could be trying to make it look like I was trying to quit my job and go work somewhere else. Then he could fire me for that. But I didn't care. I just kept listening to his strange mellow, rambling, bitter voicemail.

Eventually the voicemail became something about how everybody in the office was quitting. The voicemail then became something like an online news show about everybody in my office quitting.

I walked out of this room and into another room. I was apparently in the basement of this house. The place was cluttered with household items and office items. In one big room, a bunch of workers were gathered around on a couch, eating pizza and watching TV.

I went into another room. Some tall, thin, pale, white man with a thin beard and wearing a casual sweater and slacks, told me about a number of people who were quitting. This apparently included the CEO.

The man and I walked through a hallway with another man, talking about how unfortunate it was that everybody was quitting. We were now in a kitchenette near the stairs up to the ground floor of this house.

The two men, who were gentle and easygoing, opened the fridge and started pulling out pizza. At this point, I may have seen from the viewpoint of a child. I thought that I was hungry, too, and that I would also like to have some pizza. But I also felt bad for wanting pizza, as if I'd eaten too much already.