I just don't know, cheese probably!
The dream
The world is in turmoil. It has rained for days here in Glasgow, technically, the outskirts, but let’s not bicker. The television, a medium of information I have grown unaccustomed to its constant mutterings. And the noises now, shock and drive my mood downward. Often I have found the news programs more horrific than any Hollywood created pseudo-nasty.
This week I had the oddest dream. I was lead to a large campus, there were many security doors. I wasn’t sure why I was there. The leading party (a female, middle aged, confident) was someone I was familiar with, and I was more disconcerted by the surroundings rather than the company. I went through a door, there was a delay, then I was lead to a desk by the leading party. In front of a computer, I was questioning what was going on whilst people were telling me that it was imperative that I complete the task on screen. My questioning lead to my failure at the tasks and I was subsequently lead from the testing area. Then it became evident that this failure wasn’t anticipated and I had seen things I shouldn’t have, hence, disposal.
There was an alert, someone had broken in. it got really weird for a while, vast inconsistencies, obvious even in the dream state, with the final result being the location of the insurgent and the neutralisation of the potential threat. I then found out that an ex was the one who proposed my membership to this intelligence organisation, and that most of those I had known during my research time had been recruited. Ex agreed to escort me from the campus, but warned that I was now a target.
Verdict and diagnosis?
Paranoid.
Whatever…