Last night I dreamed I was infiltrating a bank building downtown. It was very tall, and I wound up on the top floor in a cramped little room with about ten call center reps. One of them was a friend, so he and I were talking and laughing about whatever.
Suddenly the tower swayed and the part I was in fell off. This was moderately alarming, what with it being hundreds of feet in the air and me being inside it. But apparently it caught a gust of wind and rode it sideways a mile or two. It smashed into a beautiful lawn in front of a church. People came running to see what happened, but all of them except Mneme were far more interested in the building fragment than me.
I was fine. Mneme and I went to a movie, where the lady sitting on the other side of me was talking to us and eating our nachos. It turned out that the movie was actually some kind of training class for future Mission: Impossible team members. (Because you have to have nachos for that, obviously.) They picked teams to go on the assignment, and I got picked last – sitting there by myself in a big empty auditorium.
There are a few things interesting to me about this dream. Continue reading
