DaveC426913
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I had a dream the other night where (I'll try to kept the details out and get to the point)
I was selected along with a half dozen of other "office overload" people (where you get called if some business needs extra help for a day or two). We went into the office of some unknown corporation and were seated at a round table in the midst of their cubical farm.
My particular task was to paint in the colour areas on animation cels produced by the senior animators (this is considered scut work - boring stuff for the interns and office extras), but for me (who actually studied classical cel animation in college) this was absolutely awesome!
I was so excited I thought I'd snap a pic to send to my wife with a smiley and a big thumbs up. It was fine work, so I needed to get close-in and keep it in-focus and light it with flash.
So anyway, after a short while of us working, the General Manager came in (big guy, grey suit and tie) and started chatting us up. I barely had a dozen or so words with him before he looked me up and down, saying "And what about you? How are you doing? Fitting in? I'm gonna say you're kind of an arrogant one. Yeah. Arrogant."
I was shocked (that electric shock that raises your hairs and makes you cold with sweat) and genuinely dismayed. I had no idea where this came from or what he was even talking about. (It sure didn't come from my mind) How could he pass judgement after just a dozen words between us? I feared my job was in jeopardy.
At that moment, I rose out of the dream, nearing conssciousness, but not quite there yet. Upon my consciousness activating, I immediately recalled my behavior and realized I had been firing off a flash camera a dozen times despite being a strange newcomer in an office of busy people.
I was mortified by my obtuse behavior. (This is my conscious thoughts intruding on my dream, as I neared the surface). I thought of sending off an email blast to apologize to all, but that would just compound my obnoxiousness. I decided I should simply quietly apologize to the nearest person and, hopefully, they would share that low-key with others as they saw fit.
What beguiles me about this is that I honestly had no idea what this guy was calling me out about until after-the-fact. Yet there must have been something - below my unconscious mind's consciousness - that was separate from my awareness, judging me in my own dream. (Otherwise how could it have inserted such an unforseen twist?) In other words, how can I be aware of something and not be aware of it simultaneously? How it that possible? How can my unconscious mind be receiving messages below its threshold of awareness?
Or maybe not below - maybe two parts of my brain were processing thoughts independently, and one was judging the actions of the other.
I was selected along with a half dozen of other "office overload" people (where you get called if some business needs extra help for a day or two). We went into the office of some unknown corporation and were seated at a round table in the midst of their cubical farm.
My particular task was to paint in the colour areas on animation cels produced by the senior animators (this is considered scut work - boring stuff for the interns and office extras), but for me (who actually studied classical cel animation in college) this was absolutely awesome!
I was so excited I thought I'd snap a pic to send to my wife with a smiley and a big thumbs up. It was fine work, so I needed to get close-in and keep it in-focus and light it with flash.
So anyway, after a short while of us working, the General Manager came in (big guy, grey suit and tie) and started chatting us up. I barely had a dozen or so words with him before he looked me up and down, saying "And what about you? How are you doing? Fitting in? I'm gonna say you're kind of an arrogant one. Yeah. Arrogant."
I was shocked (that electric shock that raises your hairs and makes you cold with sweat) and genuinely dismayed. I had no idea where this came from or what he was even talking about. (It sure didn't come from my mind) How could he pass judgement after just a dozen words between us? I feared my job was in jeopardy.
At that moment, I rose out of the dream, nearing conssciousness, but not quite there yet. Upon my consciousness activating, I immediately recalled my behavior and realized I had been firing off a flash camera a dozen times despite being a strange newcomer in an office of busy people.
I was mortified by my obtuse behavior. (This is my conscious thoughts intruding on my dream, as I neared the surface). I thought of sending off an email blast to apologize to all, but that would just compound my obnoxiousness. I decided I should simply quietly apologize to the nearest person and, hopefully, they would share that low-key with others as they saw fit.
What beguiles me about this is that I honestly had no idea what this guy was calling me out about until after-the-fact. Yet there must have been something - below my unconscious mind's consciousness - that was separate from my awareness, judging me in my own dream. (Otherwise how could it have inserted such an unforseen twist?) In other words, how can I be aware of something and not be aware of it simultaneously? How it that possible? How can my unconscious mind be receiving messages below its threshold of awareness?
Or maybe not below - maybe two parts of my brain were processing thoughts independently, and one was judging the actions of the other.
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