The Inertia Dream

Often I dream that I can't walk or run because my legs won't move. I try to run and I keep leaning forward to run but nothing happens. I end up on the ground thinking about my physicality and gravity. People run up to help me but it's no use. Usually I am not afraid of anything. I am just trying to show that I can walk or run. And then I wake up and my legs are just there horizontal under the covers. I can only imagine how much my legs were twitching in my sleep. Actually I've been told.

One of these days

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The Compounded Error on the Interview That Never Happened

I went to a job fair and one of the myriad recruiters there liked me and handed me a flier for a corporate sales job. Most of the real jobs and all of the fake jobs at the job fair were corporate sales jobs. I went home with a few leads for just that sort of job and I need a job so I might as well look into it. Just as I was writing an email to this company thanking them for the 30 second interview, they called me about their orientation meeting and interview the next day. The woman asked me if I had the address and I said hold on a minute, I've got the flier. I read the address there to her and she said ok, do you need directions? Well, no, I can find it.
Google Maps® gave me a pinpoint on the map where the address was and sure enough, I'm there three minutes after the appointed time -- only, the address wasn't there. Indeed, after asking two doormen (always get a second opinion), I was sure the address did not exist. I called the contact number on the flier and instead of giving me the correct address, I was given another intersection to go to, not too far, and some landmarks to look for... only I heard the intersection wrong. I had to call again. Do I really want to work for and with these communication dunderheads?

The Kneecap Dream

I had a dream where I lost both of my kneecaps. Where my knees should have been there were round flatnesses and some redness not unlike what mastectomies must look like although probably not as dramatic. (I am not going to look them up on Google.) I could still walk normally and there was no pain. My dream took a turn towards a coffee party with strangers where we talked about light fixtures. I finally mentioned I had lost my kneecaps and my comrade at the time said I should look for them and she would would help me. We were in the city at first but in a few moments we were out in the country on a dirt road. My companion finally pointed at the ground and there they were: two lumps on the ground like biscuits without enough leavening. They snapped back on like Mr. Potato Head® parts but without the pegs. I looked up to thank my guide and perhaps inquire how she knew where they were but she was gone. I woke up.