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Secret Agent
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Dreams
- Hits: 1958
N*** is upstairs in the kitchen.
I'm in the basement. It's a dark decrepit basement suite-type affair, brightly lit with an unshaded single bulb on the ceiling, dark corners, the lighting is theatrical. I'm meeting, beneath the bulb, 2 people in suits, generic people, unrecognizable, one is a man, the other a woman. I think the woman is asian, but it's unimportant.
They want me to be a secret agent. The woman explains that I need to spend the next year in the basement training, they've assigned someone to work with me...I have to learn over 100 martial arts.
It seems like a lot, but the woman explains "Many of them are only a paragraph long" and I accept this.
The woman that works with me, she's dark, full figured, a pastiche of women I've known, we're still in the basement, every day it's the same, we wake up, she wants to have sex, I'm concerned because she's not teaching me anything - "Don't worry about it" she tells me, the same basement, dark in the corners, brightly lit in the center with an unshaded lightbulb, sex is routine, mechanical, a job...
It's been a year, N*** is still upstairs in the sunny kitchen, peeling onions, cooking food....She's quietly angry with me. The girl with me in the basement is still training me, she doesn't see a problem with this, every day is the same...
Halloween
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Miscellany
- Hits: 2616
7:00 PM, wanted to take a nap but forestalled it, the inevitable trick-or-treaters would be arriving soon, and I'm not such a curmudgeon that I'd hide to avoid giving out candy. In fact I want to give it out, just looking at it is making me sick....
But not a single caller. The street is well lit, everywhere there are pumpkins, silhouettes of cats in windows, garbage bags stuffed with leaves and done up as pumpkins...but no trick-or-treaters.
Not yet, anyways. So time for a quick post, and hope they get here soon to save me from rotting teeth and indigestion...
Dreaming of Code
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Dreams
- Hits: 1782
It had to happen, so much time in front of a computer. When I waited tables there were "Waiters Nightmares" - every waiter knows what they are, you're in a restaurant where the people keep coming and you can't keep up, they're sat faster than you can serve them, a classic anxiety dream.
And now, different dreams for a different profession.
Dreams of code, visual images of sheets of numbers passing through my ears, there is no anxiety associated with these dreams, just pages and pages of numbers and code passing between my ears, as if on a ribbon. I don't understand the code in my dreams, there is no importance or value to understanding, it's just the regurgitation of a days work, numbers, letters all unwinding from my brain.
MA in English
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Dreams
- Hits: 1931
I'm in a kitchen - it's huge, spotless, covered in stainless steel. Everywhere there are people dressed in white, chefs and kitchen porters, my job is to scrub the large baking pans, we're talking, the chefs and I, I've just recieved my Masters Degree in English, one of them jokes about it, someone else tells him to give me a little respect. Outside, on the way home, a sunny, summers day, and I think to myself "What can I do with a masters in English? Maybe become a proofreader"....this thought is discouraging.
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