Context to this dream. It seemed to weave past, present l, future, and some unknown aspect or fantasy. Typically my dreams are more focused in their context.
I was traveling. I’m. It sure where, how. It might’ve been a sea ship or an air ship. I was going through the check-in process, luggage and onboarding. Lines, bug vaulted ceilings, elevators. Then I came aboard the ship on a narrow planked hallway-nit unlike boarding an airplane.
But the ship was vast. No rows of seats or cramped spaces. I wandered the unfamiliar space which had and underground feel to it, intuiting that it may be the below decks of a sea ship. I was due to travel to find work. To be interviewed for an important career. I found the conference room; a wide, long and high-ceilinged place with a raised stage along the center, some tables and chairs arranged for viewing the stage, and along the one long wall a continuous counterand cupboards, with refreshments at the ready.
I sat down to view the stage from a comfortable spot- and a few other people were here, but not many. I watched first the introduction to the program that had some basics; the company, jobs, requirements, compensation. Then came up someone else. A smartly dressed man but also somehow plain. His suit was fashionably but muted. His hair was medium short and combed without grease or product. His face seemed to be at once the most and least memorable thing about him.
Overall the impression was a front-man trained and groomed to be appealing to the widest possible audience.
He launched into his spiel right away with carefully controlled enthusiasm. His presentation was about the health care provided by the company-an all encompassing program that would control diet, exercise, health choices of all kinds. I listened without listening. It was the same old shit I’d heard a million times- the company wanted no liability, energetic workers, and low healthcare costs. That meant no meat, no dairy, and a workforce starved of nutrients that would slowly eat their own bodies instead of presenting heroic symptomology that must be address. It would be instead quietly lain under cover until everyone was safely years beyond employment.
Then, my mom came into the room. I was not surprised to see her, exactly, but she seemed very out of place. She took a spot next to me and started talking about the presentation. How it would benefit me, especially! She stopped and looked at me, and told me how much it would mean to her if I considered it. Then asked what I didn’t like about it.
“They want to feed me grass, like a cow.” I said simply.
Mom didn’t seem happy and mentioned sometimes about my condition that would be helped by this program. Then she left.
I thought about my condition and what came to mind was a digestive issue that caused bloating or perhaps weight gain. I can’t be sure exactly. The word wasn’t clear, and it started with a C, and wasn’t something obvious like colitis or Crohn’s.
This little snippet is vague and I don’t remember all of it. Sothing happened. My dad, DH, and brother were there. It was a strange turn of events where mom was taken in custody by police? Or the company guards or something. There seemed to be a reference to a debt of some kind.
We (dad, DH, and I) left in terrible spirits and returned to home-which was my grandfather’s house only it was on about a quarter acre of land in the suburbs instead of a 500 acre family farm in rl. There, we made certain that mom was getting out of ‘jail’ the next day. We all felt terrible that she was spending the night in ‘jail’ or wherever it was.
The house was situated back from the road so that all of the yard was front yard. The front faced North. We were crammed up against the neighbors on the west, and a-weirdly-still dirt road on the north. But there was a sidewalk and it was a busy street. People milled about, and the yard was full of people on the east side. There was a playground with a jungle gym made of wood. Kids hollered and played on it. As we(the group mentioned) stood in the drive worried about mom the next day, she finally arrived back home. It was like she came through a teleports or something and walked right up to us.
My dad yelled first and hugged her and I yelled “mom!” And hugged her affectionately -something that. Ever happens IRL even on the best terms. She looked at me with a very earnest plea and handed me a packet. She said please, consider this for me. It will really help your condition.
I took a letter off the packet, surprised. Someone snatched it away from me-i realized it was my son, W. He, being 6, pretended to read it and be very important. DH reprimand him and told him to give it back to me. I retrievex it and read the letter.
It read like a very concerned GP stock letter about missing out on an appointment/treatment. I glanced up at Mom’s very intense and worried face, and since it seemed like she had just gone to jail for me, I agreed to consider the package. She handed me a huge folder with other things -a tape, tools.
I took it and began reading. It was very long. Sometime through part of it, I heard DH talking to W about something and looked at them-W had take the tape and tape player and filled them with sand. I felt some upset about that but also no blame. W had never seen either before and they would be like foreign objects. I explained to him that it was like a radio, but full of dirt it would not play. I let DH continue with W and kept trying to understand the packet.
I felt a creepy feeling -liek I was being manipulated into really making this choice of veganisme. I thought about becoming vegan, if it would really be so bad, if it would help my condition?!
But I dropped the packet, as if overwhelmed by the contents or even considering it- and went to the west part of the yard. There was a garden, trellises and a semi-private space here albeit right against the neighbors property. I hung out here considering what it would really mean to give up my own knowledge and preferences in favor of this agenda that was being pushed on me.
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