Dream #35301 Part 1

"What will grow quickly you can’t make straight/ It’s the price that you have to pay/ Do yourself a favor and pack your bags/ Buy a ticket and get on the train. . ."


Everyone from my life was there, not necessarily physically but we were all in it together. In the office we were all sitting at our desks with typewriters when They came in.

“Ok everybody, it’s time. The office is moving and we’re headed away because it’s time to move on to the next phase,” one of Them announced.

I looked around and you could tell there was an uneasy tension in the room. Kelley Dean’s phone rang and that’s when I noticed that everyone from my life was involved. Ms. Dean was an office manager at a psychiatric practice that I worked in when I lived in Richmond. She reached to pick up the phone when one of Them took the receiver from her and said, “That’s enough. It’s ok, we’re moving.”

“But I don’t want to move,” one worker in the corner of the room said out loud.

The One in charge motioned to another One and said, “Go ahead and write him up,” and one of us grabbed the man by the arm and walked him out the door. The One in charge walked over to me and smiled and said, “You can pack up your things too. Wait till you see where we’re going, you’re going to really be pleased.”

“I’m sure of it,” I said and smiled. When I looked around I noticed that some of us were looking at me and I smiled to them reassuringly to let them know that it was going to be ok, though I was sure that it wouldn’t be. I saw some faces ease while other’s only nodded. I took note of those who only nodded and wrote their names down on a pad of paper, tore the sheet, folded it and put it in my pocket. I stood up and opened each of the drawers of my desk and dumped them into one of the garbage bags that They were handing everyone. I grabbed one of the boxes and began putting all of my files in it until it was full and then I grabbed another box and filled that one too. They came around and took everyone’s trash bags, walked them into the hallway, and dumped them down the hatch in the wall that led to the incinerator. We were all to bring our files with us. We all loaded our boxes of files into the backs of vans, which were then secured and driven off. Once on the street we all went separate ways but a friend walked with me.

“What are you up to tonight?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” I said and we walked in silence and we understood that we couldn’t talk about what was happening yet; not here.