I arrived home from a temp job I knew would be ending soon, but just didn’t know when. Earlier that day or evening (time seems to switch between the two without warning or justification), I had been talking with a friend of mine named Blair Warner who was looking for work. I had told her about these great temp jobs I was getting notices about. I told her mine would be ending soon and I should be getting a notice of the next job available. She asked that I bring her over the information once I received it.
As mentioned, I arrived home and in the mail on the kitchen table was noticed from the temp agency about a new job working in the post office. I thought this is a great job, especially for Blair. My parents were in the kitchen. My father was cooking dinner or breakfast, I don’t know which for time seems to slip between the morning and the evening throughout the duration of my day until the end.
IN A BUNDLE OF MAIL
As mentioned, my father was cooking and my mother was sitting at the counter. I was telling them both about Blair and how she needed a job and I would help her. I also mentioned that I should have received notice from the temp agency about the next up coming assignment. My father pointed to the notice in the bundle of mail laying on the counter next to the sink. When I opened it, I was right; the next job was working in a post office. I was ecstatic for two reasons. The job I told Blair that would be available did turn out to be that job. But also, I would be able to get Blair the job without any worries. I couldn’t wait to tell Blair, but I had to eat first.
I was sitting at the counter next to mother, who didn’t seem to speak much during this time, but my father did. While I was reading the job notice, he told me to read it again. It was like he knew something I didn’t. But how could he when the notice was sealed. I re-read the notice and it said at the top that my assignment had ended. It was a Wednesday. This gave me two days to apply for the new assignment at the post office.
KEEPING MY WORD
I debated if I should tell Blair about this job or not, as to eliminate competition. But I knew this wouldn’t be right, for I had promised her I would share what I received in the mail. I was going to keep my promise and share the information but it was every person for themselves on getting the job.
I don’t remember if I ate or not for the overwhelming thought of having to vie for another job was mostly on my mind, along with getting to Blair in time to tell her and then head the the selection process. Knowing what it entailed and I knew I wouldn’t have issues passing it, but having to stand in a long line, should I get there late, worried me. If I were to arrive late, what are the chances of them selecting someone in the line. These jobs weren’t that often and the process, as simple as it is, didn’t guarantee you the job. What made me confident is I had done such a great job for the company on my last assignment that just ended, I knew I wouldn’t have an issue getting this new one. The year was 2017 inside my house, but was mid 1940’s outside.
TELLING BLAIR ABOUT THE JOB
I did go see Blair as I promised and told her of the job. She was excited and thanked me. I don’t remember if I told her she had to go through the selection process nor what the selection process was or not, but I do remember leaving quite quickly without much fanfare. I wished her luck before disappearing into the day or night. Again, I don’t remember which it was at this time for time kept switching between the two and rather quickly.
I arrived at a building. A rather tall, big building, but was far away from it. It’s like walking to a concert or a show. You are in view of the building but yet still far away. There were people there already, mostly kids. They ranged from age 5 up to perhaps 11. I wasn’t phased by this revelation. I knew they were kids, but didn’t see them as such.
THE KING AND QUEEN
A black limousine pulled up and it was the king and queen. No, not of England, which is the reason I did not capitalize the letter of both king and queen. It was definitely the United States, but they were king and queen instead of President and First Lady and they weren’t our current President and First Lady.. They were of importance but we were not to capitalize king and queen when writing about them. I’m not sure why this is, but it was a rule de jure.
The king and queen looked so happy in the limousine. Smiling and waving at us. I was able to say Hi briefly before they were whisked away. It was OK with me for I didn’t want to waste time with them and lose my place in line. The further back in line you are, the less of a chance you have of getting a temp job or considered for one.
GAME SHOW SELECTION PROCESS
Time seemed to have jumped a great deal for the next thing I remember is being inside the room in which the selection process was to take place. The room was set up like a game show. There was an area in which six people were to stand. Three in the back and three in the front. These six were sure to get the temporary job. In the back of them were more people. These people were in line to get the next temp job to come a long. All others not selected were weren’t so lucky. The person making these decisions was a little girl of about six. I remember she was wearing a light blue dress with light blonde hair that was semi curly.
I had an old 1950’s wool/tweed over coat that had a belt which was tied not buckled in front. I’m not sure why I had on a man’s coat nor where I got it, but I do remember arriving home with it on and leaving with it. And now I was standing in line to be selected for this next temp job at the post office and I had the coat on and it was buttoned and tied.
I was about 20th in line. We were to watch videos being live streamed on various TV’s in this room while we waited out turn. They were particularly pleasant videos, but we were to watch. I remember one video showing the king and queen being tortured. They were in a room, tied up and being forced to drink some concoction. It was being poured down their throats and they were choking all the while. Afterwards they were sent down a shut but I don’t where they ended up. I just knew they were no more.
MOVING LINES AND CONFIDENCE
The line was moving rather quickly and I was confident I would be selected for a job. Since six had already been selected, I would be placed in the back for the next role that would come a long, and these jobs came along rather quickly. It was becoming close for me to walk across the stage, meet the little girl who made the selection and then take my seat among the rest of the potential candidates. As I walked towards her I untied my coast, preparing to take it off and claim my seat. I stood before her for perhaps a nano-second when she made her decision. I was about to walk towards the others sitting behind the six when it dawned on me what she said. She didn’t tell me I was selected. She told me I was going to the gas chamber. I stopped and looked at her and repeated her words for her to confirm, which she did. She then proceeded to the next candidate.
Choosing someone to live or die was nothing to this little girl. This was the game. If you received a notice in the mail about your next possible assignment, you still had to go through the selection process. Those who didn’t get either were sent directly in to the gas chamber. And this is where I woke up.
WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN?
As I do with all dreams, I try to remember it for verbatim. But as with all dreams, we can’t remember every detail a few minutes after we wake up. Sometimes not even a few seconds after waking up. However, I didn’t want this to happen with this dream. I felt the significance of the entire time shouldn’t be lost to me. The reason being is I believe strongly in dreams. They tell us what we want to know and we don’t want to know. They reveal to us what we are hiding from ourselves.
When I have a dream in which I remember certain things from it, I immediately look up the symbolism on a site called Dream Moods. I’ve been using this site for quite some time and so far it’s been accurate in decoding my dreams. If there’s a site you use, please let me know what it is so I may explore it as well.
I will post the meaning to this dream tomorrow. In the meantime, what vivid dreams have you had and what were the meanings, if you believe in dreams. If you don’t believe in dreams, why? I would really like to know.