boo

I dreamed he told me he was really a pacifist, really didn't believe in guns and wars -- much too noisy and chaotic -- that he was just forced to take that position, in favor, when really he feels beheading silences all troubles, keeps the atmosphere much more serene. "Truly, why be uncomfortable? When enough is enough, there's a nice quiet way to shut them up. Cut off all intercourse between heart and head. Et voila! Peace." He did allow as how this became arduous when the numbers were too large, and that's why he let himself stay outvoted.

This had been my exclusive for the news agency that shared the building where I worked. They loved me in that office, even though I worked at the business downstairs. When I went back to my own floor, though, my co-workers were going out of business, revealing secret drinking and gambling problems, generally blowing my mind and mad at me for doing a story for our upstairs news agency friends, griping at me about the best way to deal with conflict is to cut it off. I sat at my desk, scratching my head, wondering if I should take the standing offer from upstairs. For years I had been getting along better with the people up there than on my floor, but my floor needed me more... until they lost their reserve and started yammering about the glories of their addictions and shameful habits, as though I was a total jerk for actually doing work, as they emptied their desks and scurried off. I don't know what happened next....

Luckily, the dream started with me reporting to the news agency on my interview, not with the interview itself... or I'd've awakened myself screaming from the visage. Both dreams of doing away with Rove -- once I pushed him out a window and into a deep ravine, and once I had him locked up by the storm troopers we'd turned from fascist tools to enforcers for the people -- were before I knew who Rove was. So his face didn't wake me too creeped-out to keep dreaming... seriously creepy as the dream Rove was... covered in this waxy stuff... ewwww.

This is just loaded with Zen significance... lopping off the head of delusion... not grasping and not pushing away... being in a building... with multiple floors... all workers and no relatives.

So it actually was a good dream, but, geh, no fun.