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19 July 2009 @ 11:17 am
Sitting on top of the world  
Another dream!

We start (actually, I start, but I don't want to exclude you from all the fun, you see) looking down on a tall skyscraper (which should have made me wonder in what sort of building I was supposed to be, but as typical in dreams, all seemed perfectly natural) that looks very Art Deco-ish. The tower has a top floor that's glass almost all around with a wide balcony surrounding it.

Zooming in, we find that this is the office of a large company, the president of which rather looks like John Slattery and his secretary is Lara Flynn Boyle. It's morning, the boss is coming into the office, and he's chatting with his secretary (I don't remember what it was about). After Slattery steps into his own office, the secretary is bothered with a young, fat and obnoxious office worker who apparently rather fancies her. She steps onto the balcony, trying to get rid of him, making it more than obvious that she isn't into him. He gets a phone call though on his cell and talks into it for a little while as the secretary looks on. Suddenly she smashes the cellphone out of his hands, and it falls over the edge of the balcony.

In a rather peculiar move, the fat, obnovious office worker climbs over the edge of the balcony to retrieve his cellphone and I can only assume that he fell down after it. The secretary, of course, didn't care much and stepped inside.

Strangely enough, we're no longer in the office at this point but at a lunchroom, also situated in a tower though. Here I come in! I'm having lunch with the president and his secretary. The president's wife and a bunch of younger children are at the next table and they'll soon be brought icecreams. We're talking between the three of us (I'm not sure what my function is with the company, but I seem to be trusted) when the president's oldest son joins us. He's a cute, blond fellow who's apparently in his first year of something (high school? college? I don't know) and he's gotten into reading "bad books" like The Catcher in the Rye (which is a bad book, as everyone knows). His father's none too pleased with this and reminds him that as a young man, he fought for his country in World War II. (We´re evidently in the late-fifties or early-sixties maybe.) The son, understandably, doesn't see how this has anything to do with his reading and gets a little irritated. The secretary, still pissed with that fat, obnoxious admirer of hers (he had a whole bunch of very unclean-looking black hair) isn't about to intervene, it seems, so I do, saying something that's able to satisfy both father and son and we go on to chose what sandwhich we'll have.

That's all, folks!
lord_k: buddylord_k on July 19th, 2009 11:11 am (UTC)
Lara Flynn Boyle lookalike - it always sounds interesting
wowbunnies on July 19th, 2009 01:52 pm (UTC)
What an odd dream. It reads like a very disconnected, alienating, impersonal sort of scenario. Did you find it that way when you were in it?
Ottens: Gregory Peckottens on July 19th, 2009 02:40 pm (UTC)
Not at all. As I wrote, my dreams typically seem to make perfect sense whenever I'm dreaming them.
wowbunnies on July 19th, 2009 05:19 pm (UTC)
Huh, maybe the office-type work environment just creeps me out...