Willy Wonka and the Exploitation Factory
Posted in Dream on 05/24/2007 10:33 pm by enjanerdSo, you know how I have really vivid dreams sometimes?
NewGirl and I were trying to explain to TLD a few weeks ago how most people don’t know while dreaming that they’re actually dreaming. He didn’t understand. “Things in dreams don’t make sense. How could they possibly be real?” he asks, while conscious.
After last night, it’s clear that my subconscious is on crack. And my conscious is just on vacation for not figuring out I was dreaming.
One of the VPs at work was Willy Wonka. NewGirl, SkunkNut, and I were Charlie. Not like, each of us were Charlie. Three individual human beings were one character. And yes, I recognize (now that I’m awake) that in real life, they’re not called characters, they’re just people
. And as a person, only one person gets to be one, not three.
The chocolate factory was a cover for a sweat shop for naval architects. We (Charlie) were chased around the fake store by Willy Wonka and kept getting blocked by homeless people with shopping carts.
And, um, yeah, I just woke up confused. Not thinking, “That clearly was a dream.” The sad part? I couldn’t even figure out a way to write about this pretending like it actually happened. Right, sad. That’s the word.