creepy nonwork dream
Mar. 2nd, 2006 02:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
adrienmundiThe original dream was something having to do with the last house in which I lived in Lawrenceville, and a strange sort of retail operation; the colors were dark and rich, deep blues with bits of deep green. It was pleasant and pretty.
But then that dream got hijacked by another. I was suddenly in something between a classroom and a conference room, standing in a line with four guys in business casual attire, as if for an interview (I was conscious of being perceived as a man, and lumped in with the others). There were two "interviewers", seated older guys in dark suits with an air of authority about them. On the whiteboard were two rows of information. One at a time, one of the (other?) guys was told to go to the board, and change information from one row to the next. They did exactly as they were told, almost like automatons; when not being instructed, they stood still, apparently unconcerned, or on pause.
I had been watching the operation, and was kind of creeped out by the interviewers. I think I distracted myself by watching the board, memorizing the numbers, and being a bit amazed at the slow ineptitude of the other interviewees. When it came around to my turn, I went to the board, and was asked to erase one columns' worth of data, and then transpose it into opposite rows. The top row was a column of two numbers, the bottom only one. I remember the single number was 68, but when I wrote it in the upper row, one of the interviewers told me, 'No, it should be 70'. I changed it without question, still knowing I was correct. The column of two numbers I don't remember exactly (something in the 20s and something around 44?), but in the dream I accurately recorded them in the lower row, only to again be told they were another value, which I dutifully rewrote.
After that, the main interviewer (the secondary interviewer was the one "correcting" the numbers)had me stand at the front for additional questioning; none of the previous zombie interviewees had done this. I was looking off towards the left, away from the interviewers, but not at a right angle. I was unmoving, and then the main guy asked me if I could see what my hands were doing. I could not move my head or eyes, but this felt familiar, like a trip to the optometrist (I have excellent peripheral vision). My left hand was twitching a little, but my right was very active, rotating, fingers moving, almost like that horror movie effect where frames are both sped up and dropped, giving weird, extra jerky images. I remember being very surprised, because it felt like they weren't moving at all, even once I became aware of the motion. The interviewers, too, seemed surprised. As I described the motion, I focused more on my right hand (my left had come to be still). It seemed almost like my right hand sensed being observed, and began to move in a focused manner; it struck me that my index finger and hand were moving sort of like they were using a mouse.
The main interviewer asked me "Do you know what your hand is doing?" and then my left hand felt like it vibrated, like I was holding my cell phone set on silent mode, but when I shifted my perception over to it, it was empty. I was suddenly fully conscious, no longer partially under the interviewers' control, and that made me wary, as I knew they knew it, too. At that point, I woke up. It was 1:41, and I was worried there was someone or something else in the room, but I wasn't paralyzed with fear like I usually am in those circumstances. I remember waking up, one by one, the cats sleeping against me, so as not to experience anything strictly on my own. I looked around, even got up, but saw or heard nothing to indicate anyone or anything else was present.
I eventually went back to sleep, and dreamed about pulling exttracts and running reports for work, which was a very different and conventional sort of unpleasantness.
Honestly, even now, I'm not at all sure if it was a symbolic dream, or something of a cover for something else going on. If anyone has anything on this, I'm keen to hear it.
But then that dream got hijacked by another. I was suddenly in something between a classroom and a conference room, standing in a line with four guys in business casual attire, as if for an interview (I was conscious of being perceived as a man, and lumped in with the others). There were two "interviewers", seated older guys in dark suits with an air of authority about them. On the whiteboard were two rows of information. One at a time, one of the (other?) guys was told to go to the board, and change information from one row to the next. They did exactly as they were told, almost like automatons; when not being instructed, they stood still, apparently unconcerned, or on pause.
I had been watching the operation, and was kind of creeped out by the interviewers. I think I distracted myself by watching the board, memorizing the numbers, and being a bit amazed at the slow ineptitude of the other interviewees. When it came around to my turn, I went to the board, and was asked to erase one columns' worth of data, and then transpose it into opposite rows. The top row was a column of two numbers, the bottom only one. I remember the single number was 68, but when I wrote it in the upper row, one of the interviewers told me, 'No, it should be 70'. I changed it without question, still knowing I was correct. The column of two numbers I don't remember exactly (something in the 20s and something around 44?), but in the dream I accurately recorded them in the lower row, only to again be told they were another value, which I dutifully rewrote.
After that, the main interviewer (the secondary interviewer was the one "correcting" the numbers)had me stand at the front for additional questioning; none of the previous zombie interviewees had done this. I was looking off towards the left, away from the interviewers, but not at a right angle. I was unmoving, and then the main guy asked me if I could see what my hands were doing. I could not move my head or eyes, but this felt familiar, like a trip to the optometrist (I have excellent peripheral vision). My left hand was twitching a little, but my right was very active, rotating, fingers moving, almost like that horror movie effect where frames are both sped up and dropped, giving weird, extra jerky images. I remember being very surprised, because it felt like they weren't moving at all, even once I became aware of the motion. The interviewers, too, seemed surprised. As I described the motion, I focused more on my right hand (my left had come to be still). It seemed almost like my right hand sensed being observed, and began to move in a focused manner; it struck me that my index finger and hand were moving sort of like they were using a mouse.
The main interviewer asked me "Do you know what your hand is doing?" and then my left hand felt like it vibrated, like I was holding my cell phone set on silent mode, but when I shifted my perception over to it, it was empty. I was suddenly fully conscious, no longer partially under the interviewers' control, and that made me wary, as I knew they knew it, too. At that point, I woke up. It was 1:41, and I was worried there was someone or something else in the room, but I wasn't paralyzed with fear like I usually am in those circumstances. I remember waking up, one by one, the cats sleeping against me, so as not to experience anything strictly on my own. I looked around, even got up, but saw or heard nothing to indicate anyone or anything else was present.
I eventually went back to sleep, and dreamed about pulling exttracts and running reports for work, which was a very different and conventional sort of unpleasantness.
Honestly, even now, I'm not at all sure if it was a symbolic dream, or something of a cover for something else going on. If anyone has anything on this, I'm keen to hear it.
