Me again. 'Square'. In case you’re curious, I haven’t dreamt about committing suicide again. That may sound like a good sign, but actually, I didn’t even reach my cubicle in the last two versions of my dream.
So, once again, I’m in my apartment. Shut off the alarm and the telly, talk to the missus, you’ve heard it all before. But during the elevator ride down, that little old lady tells me that I need to do four things to become a new person. Not five things any more; just four. I guess that my subconscious is trying to tell me that jumping off a building was a good idea. I begin worrying again, but I realize that all forms of change can be scary, and that my ‘jump’ was probably just symbolic of that. Or something. Regardless, I give her as genuine a smile as I could muster before leaving the building.
I take a step towards the parking lot, stop, and then turn around. As I move in the other direction, I see an old man sitting on the side of the street, and a crosswalk. After waiting a while, I realized that the sign never changed from a big red hand to a white stick figure walking. So much for taking the subway to work. On a whim, I decide to talk to the homeless man, who said he could take me somewhere quiet. Trusting him, I ended up following him to a cemetery. Looking back, I guess that means that all things must die some day, so I should probably enjoy it while it lasts. Either that, or I’m becoming a goth.
I soon find myself back in the apartment, and all signs point towards it being another revolution in the cycle that my dreams follow. This time, I decide to make a major change; I’ve already died, so how much worse could things get if I show up to work in my underwear? My lovebird tells me to get dressed as I pass her by, but I decide that I may as well go on with the show and see where this path leads.
So I enter the elevator in the near-buff, and the old lady doesn’t bat an eye at the weirdness of the situation as she tells me I have to change three more things. After bidding her farewell, I go to the parking lot, drive to work, and enter the building. And you should have seen the expression on my boss’ face! He was more shocked than I’d ever seen him…at the fact that I had no tie? There’s probably a reason that piece is important, but for now, I’m just going to say that dream boss is a very weird character. And then he fired me. And then I woke up.
And that’s all I have to say for…oh, wait. Nearly forgot. When I went to work in the almost-nude, the graph that showed the company’s profits…well, it was declining. Sharply. But I’m on a roll now, and I’d rather continue my path to a new me than worry about small details like that.
