Friday, October 19, 2007

of turncoats and fisticuffs

Holy crap. I can't remember ever having this happen before. I'm prone to vivid nightmares. Most of those who know me have heard me describe a few of 'em here before (and promptly asked me not to anymore). Most of them have a number of things in common:

- ghosts
- extreme violence
- being chased
- fighting for survival

Happily, though, they also tend to just be one-offs. I don't have reoccurring nightmares with the same characters, same locations, same threats, etc.

Except for last night. Last night was an 8 hour-long mind fuck. None of my nightmares were ultraviolent. None of them had the usual themes. What they did have, though, was a story that played itself out in a series of extremely vivid chapters. I must have had about 6 or 7 nightmares last night - all of which would get to a point where they'd wake me up and then, as soon as I fell back to sleep, pick up with the next chapter in the story my brain felt like tormenting me with.

The short version of it all is that I dreamt that our company president called a company meeting, first announced that he was going to be leaving the company, then announced that LucasArts was being sold to a foreign investment firm, then announced that the company's name was going to be changing to something ridiculous. It quickly became apparent that only part of the company was hearing this for the first time - the part that hadn't been ruled needless or redundant by the foreign firm. Needless to say, I was the only member of the Audio Dept. that was suddenly in a position of losing my job.

I then had dream after dream after dream about trying to fight for my job. Scheming, planning, begging, pleading, sweet-talking, fist fights ... All of it was so vivid. Writing it all down always makes a dream sound retarded, but there's a part of me still that was so effected by it all that I'm not 100% sure it wasn't just a series of dreams. I'm sitting here this morning just feeling nervous, freaked out, and like I can't trust anyone at work. It's a crappy feeling. I think I'd rather go back to my violent ghost dreams, to be honest.


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