The only thing I can remember from my dreams last night is trying to take broken elevators and complaining that, although I can take the stairs, there are others who can’t.
The elevator was large and full of people and odd-shaped. It had something to do with a hospital.
This probably was influenced from when the elevator in my building stopped working two days ago.
In waking life, a coworker recently died of a heart attack. This turned into a dream that combined with some episode of “The Office.”
It was when Steve Carell was still the manager and his character Michael was being over dramatic about the passing of the coworker. He threw away his mail saying, “What’s the point?”
Some of the mail was a large USPS envelope. The character Jim was in the manager’s office as well. I said, “Could I open your mail then?” Jim said it was trash once he threw it away.
I grabbed the mail and opened the USPS envelope first. It was a large stack of small postcards and notes – most from the head office and some from Channel 6 Good Morning Columbus TV show. I even got the commercial jingle in my head while looking at the front of the cards. The postcards were oxidized, even though they were only a few months old. (I sell century-old postcards in waking life.) I told them, “I love old postcards!”
One of the head office notes talked about congratulating our department with free pie. I remembered in the dream, Michael coming in with pie randomly, not knowing why.
There were letters from Channel 6 telling the now dead coworker to get well soon. I was impressed that a news station did that kind of outreach.
Later, I found a scrapbook that belonged to the dead coworker. It had some red pages, but it was partly filled with doodles of pomegranates (pomegranates represent life after death or the afterlife in my symbology). I drew an image of a pomegranate in his sketchbook as an acknowledgement / sign of respect.
Later, I found another sketchbook – this one was all red. There were more doodles of pomegranates. I told the character, Pam, about my idea about having everyone draw a pomegranate and sign and date it as a “remembrance” idea.
I flipped to the end because I felt I was waking up and flipped backward through the sketchbook. The coworker had drawn storyboards for a cartoon where the main character was an elephant (in a button up shirt) who worked in an office and dreamed of retirement (chilling on a lawn chair on the beach in swim trunks, holding a martini with an olive). It ended abruptly when the sketchbook ran out of pages.
My coworker was only a couple of years away from retirement.
Elephants generally symbolize “always remember.”
“Also dreamed a tangent time travel plot from the one I’m working on. Some lady suggested that facing a danger and overcoming it is sometimes better than prolonging the ignorance of its existence.”
— Hope Moore on Facebook
The dream was a plot where I was in a relationship with some guy (like Charlie*, but not Charlie) and he finally told me what he did for a living and why he was afraid the relationship might not work in the end.
He was part of a team (military/government-like, but outside of that with no one country) that solved mysteries of large disasters that threatened the human race. They were able to time travel and prevent the larger disasters in their “home timeline.” He explained he was happy to do what he does, but couldn’t live a normal life and people never even knew about what they did or about half the things they prevented.
I remember disbelieving him and he promised to send me messages, but because I’d have no clue what was prevented, I probably wouldn’t understand them.
The messages he left were snarky – most of them were “You’re welcome.”
Some of the things they prevented even involved extraterrestrial beings that most people didn’t believe existed.
I remember a woman’s voice saying something about how sometimes facing a danger and overcoming it is better than prolonging the ignorance of its existence.
I only remember random dreams with some theme of being in Canada and fridges full of red sports drinks. I remember being hungry, but not knowing what I wanted to eat.
I thought about eating in that diner in the CN Tower since I was in Canada.