I had a really strange dream last night. The kind where you almost wake up, but then go back to the dream, where you might know it's not real at some level, and yet you can't help but continue in the dream.
In this dream, I was on vacation at a resort where a line of tiny houses overlooked a shoreline, except that the shoreline was "virtual" in that you could look down into the water and see multitudes of marine life. What any individual vacationer would see, however, depended on what they longed to see. So my particular view included many orcas, since I have in waking life a small obsession with them (aka killer whales).
The house itself was less like a cabin and more like an airstream trailer, but what made it interesting is that it would reconfigure itself depending on what you wanted. More on that later.
Scattered about the grounds were other "trailer" like structures that would have food available - again, whatever your mind wanted is what would be there. The entire place was marketed as a custom vacation experience - what you experiences was what you wanted....subconsciously. Even if you didn't want to want what you wanted. I'm guessing that in "reality" (dream reality), whatever you saw, tasted, felt, etc. was a projection of your mind's desires. I recently read about how the entire universe might actually be a projection that was, somewhere, programmed this way. That's the technical concept behind this "resort" - except that the individual's mind would direct the program.
So on the the weird part, but first a bit of background. Currently, my beloved wife is overseas on a business trip and a colleague has befriended me and introduced me to another woman (we're all lawyers) with whom she hangs out all the time. I mean, all the time. I've been trying to get a handle on their relationship - it has all the elements of a primary relationship except...I think....same-sex sex. They came over last night and we talked a lot and I told a few tales of my brushes with curious straight women.
So, in the dream, they were there, and my wife wasn't (but I was married). It's bedtime and I look inside my trailer and the entire thing has converted into a huge bed taking up the entire floor space. And my colleague's friend is hitting on me. I think of my wife -- and the bed separates into two, a double over where my colleague and friend are, and a single for me. Whew!
I get into my small bed and they get into theirs. And then the beds merge! I get up. Friend follows and hugs me, pressing against me. My arms wrap around her against my will and I feel the heat of her body and I notice that her waist is impossibly small, and then I think of my wife and push her away and leave the area. I run into some "snacking stations" involving huge bats of hot sauce or queso and chips everywhere, and I don't want those, and ultimately I find a station offering dried fruit and I get several handfuls until the fruit changes into small inedible boxes so I leave with my few handfuls of raisins, head back to my cabin while walking along the shoreline watching hundreds of orcas play below the surface.
Then I wake up and wonder, what the hell?
Work is going very well again. I mean, it wasn't going bad, but I felt kind of stuck. I felt like I hadn't accomplished much lately. But I managed to get approval for a major policy and process change that will make a huge difference (word of it spread like wildfire), enlisted a group of data analysts to help with a different project (they are excited to have someone leading that project, which had needed to be done for years, and no one took up the cause until me), and obtained support for another change that I've long wanted but hadn't had the right set of facts to use as the impetus (that is likely to solve a sticky political issue as well). It's all about catching the moment, and this week, I was right on target. What I love about my job is that no one is telling me to do these things ...my boss doesn't give me many assignments, just lets me come up with my own initiatives. He's retiring later this year and lots of people think I should be appointed to replace him. I think that's unlikely -- I'm just a bit too gay and there are others who have longer tenures that would appear in line before me -- but if it was up for a vote, based purely on ability, I'd probably win. It's not, of course. And I'm playing the long game. As long as I can accomplish things that have a broad impact and make our program more fair and work better, I will continue to build my qualifications for a position of high leadership. Anyway, it was an encouraging week and mostly because I just took leaps to move some big things forward.
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