All white walls, cut cords on the ground, tile ripped from the floor.
I've been having the weirdest, most mundane dreams recently.
Last night I dreamed my dad owned a bowling alley that was hosting a fundraiser. I started to pay (the $5 cover) with a $20 but, at the last minute, decided I wanted to go to the arcade and handed the clerk a $10 bill. She broke it and I took the change to the arcade room.
When I arrived, it was empty. I didn't think anything of it. Arcade rooms are usually empty save for one or two other people but when I went to put in the five for coins I noticed the machine was broken. I'm not sure if it ate my five or rejected it, but I put my hand in the dispenser on the off chance I might find any spare coins.
This was when I noticed if I angled my fingers up slightly and made a "come here" motion, I could just rub coins out of the machine. So that's exactly what I proceeded to do until I had a plastic bag filled with enough coins to... I don't even know, play more games than I would even care to. I was so enthralled by this that it was only when I looked up from the dispenser that I noticed none of the machines were even on. Just my luck.
Since it was my dad's business I bestowed upon myself the privilege of entering the back room to make sure everything was plugged in, which it was. And only when I reentered did I notice the arcade room was under construction. All white walls, cut cords on the ground, the tile ripped from the floor. My dad. Always renovating. There probably wasn't even any power to the room yet. And then it dawned on me. Of course I was the only one in there. No wonder it wasn't crowded.
I then proceeded to go back to the clerk to tell her to give me back my ten. Or to tell her the exchange was pointless and that I now wanted to pay with a twenty (because even in my dreams I am the least rational person.) The clerks confusion eventually led to her supervisor's confusion which eventually led to a security guard arriving.
He tried to explain to me the nonsense of trying to exchange or re-do the payment but then I guess I was waking up and I yelled at him, "It doesn't even matter! I'm dreaming!" and the walls came crumbling down.
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In retrospect this dream is probably just the manifestation of all the anxiety I've been feeling recently. My replacement roommate for Zoe moved out while I was on a camping trip and only told Chris and I about it after she completely ******** us over; I made a faulty transfer on my bank account that over drafted my account by $700, which I immediately fixed, but because of it I've been blacklisted from one of the biggest banking companies in the country; Toby wants me to visit him in Berlin and tour Europe with him this summer; Skye wants me to stay with her in New York city for the summer; my and Chris's bills are skyrocketing; I'm already in debt from loans and tickets and bills; I owe Chris $200; I'm trying to leave the country to teach ESL in Korea for a year; my car keeps breaking (the X-terra's transmission finally stopped working) so my dad bought a used car only for that car to give me issues, which has placed the burden of trying to sell the X-terra and fix the new car on me; Ms. Moore, the principal at the school I work at, keeps pressuring me to stay through the summer and for another year because the kids love me; but I have less than $500 to my name because I only make $500 every two weeks even though I work an almost 60 hr week and I don't know what to do with my life.
Pindarus · Sun Mar 30, 2014 @ 02:47pm · 0 Comments |