Friday, May 08, 2009

We dream in opposites

I woke up nervous today and can't figure out why. It's a nothing day, off work and myself to myself, but I have that feeling in the pit of my stomach normally reserved for first dates or annual reviews or uneasy meetings with a friend I haven't seen in a while.

When I was young my mother used to call them 'growing pains' and I would think she said 'groin pains'. "But there's nothing wrong with my groin, it's my stomach."

Kids.

It's a tightening to the core, borne of a bad dream. We were all let go. In reality we had a fairly encouraging meeting in work yesterday, in my head the alarm bell won't silence so I dreamt we were given five minutes to vacate the building while the company owner lay weeping and swaying in some made up corner chair.

Hopefully we dream in opposites, and definitely I should not have watched 'Manhunter' last night when I got back from the pub. Those fucking synths can only lead to foreboding.

8 comments:

Red Leeroy said...

The horror. Why must the subconscious fuck with us so? Lucky you weren't watching a John Carpenter movie you wouldn't have any skin left by now.

Maxi Cane said...

I dreamt I was in a movie where I was being hunted for sport.

"It's a race to the finish, but he doesn't qualify"

Best tag line ever. I'm off to write the screenplay.

PRyin said...

Woah. Odd. I hope I don't dream in opposites.

This morning I had a dream that even though I'm on a temp contract (which I am) a few of the permanent monkeys were being let go and my boss was being relocated but my job was safe.

I'm mildly freaked.

McMuck said...

"I have that feeling in the pit of my stomach normally reserved for first dates or annual reviews or uneasy meetings with a friend I haven't seen in a while"
... or dodgy scallops in your seafood linguine??

Sarah Gostrangely said...

I hate the lingering dream. Perhaps you want to be a Manhunter yourself? Or manhunted?

Great flim though.

Flann O'Coonassa said...

Dreaming in opposites can be detrimental Radge. I dreamt I was asleep the other day, and when I woke up, I realised not only was I I already awake, but I was halfway through a triathlon.

This galled me, because I promised myself I'd never exercise. Ever.

Terence McDanger said...

"...weeping and swaying in some made up corner chair."*

*Nice.

Radge said...

I agree with y'all, because it's late and I'm a bit lockt. Welcome McMuck.