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| Diva's Strange Dreams Cont'd |
| 08.07.05 (7:03 am) [edit] |
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Yet another strange-ass dream and I have NO idea where some of it came from... I'm working in an office and I get a new-fangled sort of MP3 player that (unknowingly) has brain-washing characteristics. I start raving about it to people that I'm working in the office with. I realize that it does have brain-washing effects and stop using it. Yet it has caught on like gangbusters across the country. It's addictive. Someone in the office is getting married or a babyshower and everyone in the elevator is bringing their gift - and I can tell by the individual shape of each present that everyone is giving her the same thing. But now the product has diversified so there are different styles for different occasions. (Sort of like the different Barbies...) I tell everyone in the elevator that "why can't they wake up and realize that it's a brain-washing scam and they are mindless idiots?" They hmmmph and keep listening to the machines and rambling on about how excited she's going to be to be getting so many of these. The next morning, the parking lot is virtually empty. As I am walking up to the bldg for work, someone hands me a notice saying the office is closed because there is a bomb threat. Attached is a hand-written letter of the threat with a 'fake' name of Briana stating they were an employee and they were going to blow the place up b/c the machines were now being banned at the workplace. I still went into the bldg. I was looking at the writing and said that it had to be a quiet person. I'm in the elevator with some people and I say "how about x, or y? or..." and then I look up and see the woman in front of me - she's a quiet passive-aggressive person with a certain look in her eyes. She starts screaming and admitting she has the bomb. I jump on her to keep her from activating the bomb. (BTW, she was wearing a hideous aqua polyester ribbed outfit and appeared to be Indian) But there really wasn't a bomb, it was just a hoax. Yet I was still heralded as a heroine. I thought it was silly. But they had some sort of rally that was reminiscent of a high school assembly. Ed Koch was the principal. Somehow, my dog, a golden lab, was key in me 'saving the day'. I'm not uncomfortable being in front front of the crowds, it's just a bunch of hype about something silly. I didn't really save the day. But everyone was so brain-washed that they thought the dog was a pig named Petunia. And I'm standing up in front of this large crowd, not sure what to say because they are all convinced my "pig" was miraculous. So I just said I'd answer questions about Petunia. Meanwhile, I'm looking at this dog, shaking my head. |
posted by: NurseNancy (reply)
post date: 08.07.05 (4:39 am)
good drugs? :)
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 08.07.05 (4:48 am)
Reply to: NurseNancy
None... Not a single thing. Scary eh?
posted by: MissJane (reply)
post date: 08.08.05 (3:53 am)
at least you have an active imagination
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 08.08.05 (10:09 am)
Reply to: MissJane
And I wasn't even drugged!
by Redonthehead