I had a long and winding dream last night that made little sense, and left me more exhausted than refreshed. I could only describe its level of confusion as being on par of that of a movie.

All that I can remember is the end. I was in a small cave looking at myself. I would say that the cave was only 4 feet high, 10 feet wide, and 8 feet deep. On one side was a cot, and on the sand floor was a 1 foot by 3 foot piece of clear painters tarp splashed in blood. I watched myself pick up the front half of a bloody skull sealed in plastic and hold it up in one hand. I then watched myself put it down and crawl over to some sort of meat in the same type of bag. I want to say that it may have been a baby parts, but I can’t be sure.

I then watched as “I” crawled over to the door and sat with my back to the bars that covered the entrance. I could see past myself to the outside which was sunny and sandy as if it were a desert. Then, I watched as “I” crossed his legs, closed his eyes, and became enlightened. I then watched as “I” levitated a foot off the floor.

Then, I was suddenly outside the cave facing my captors sitting at picnic benches outside of a long row of similar caves to the one I had escaped from. I then merged with the “I” that I had been watching. Most of the captors were afraid as I had somehow gained supernatural powers. I could communicate with them all without speaking and sent them all a warning not to attack me. One was not afraid, and attacked anyway.

After a brief volley, I ended up gripping his face at arms length in a deadlock. I had one finger in his eye and mentally threatened him that if he did not let go, he would lose his eye.

He spoke to me in the only words that I can remember from the dream. Through gritted teeth and peering through one open eye, he said that it was a simple feat to threaten to take out the eye, but quite another to follow through. Even though the situation was potentially life-threatening, I couldn’t scoop out his eye.

And then, I woke up with no idea what it all means.

Physical Graffiti, Track 10

• June 6, 1994 I started working for my company.
• June 30, 1994 I swear I won’t be there 6 mos.
• Dec 30, 1994 I swear I won’t be there a year.
• June 30, 1994 I swear that I won’t be here more than 2 years.
• June 30, 1998 I get my 5th promotion in a 5 year period.
• May, 1999: I get my 5th boss in a one year period.
• June 16, 1999 I quit.
• June 30, 1999 I’m re-hired before I can start my new job.
• June, 2004 My 10th anniversary creeps up on me somehow.

…Or something like that. It’s all really a big blur of grey cubicles and e-mail.

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