Last night right before I awoke, I had the strangest dream I can only classify as a mellow nightmare. The following is what I can remember of it.
I was on a train to my new summer internship. I was somewhere in Kansas and a train only traveled there twice a day: drop-offs in the morning and pick-ups at night. On my train ride, I was doing some last minute research on my position. I really couldn't find much information but the information I did find was ambiguous and suspicious.
Eventually, I was being shown around by an old seedy looking woman. I was in this old house walking down a long hallway. At the end of the hallway there was chamber which was done in a incongruous futuristic style, a la Stars Wars. In side the cold, metallic chamber, all of the villains from various fairy tales and comic books were assembled. For some reason, Homer Simpson was also in attendance. He was surrounded by other Springfieldites and he was crying. Apparently, he had eaten too much pizza and there was still another pie and a half he had to complete. Homer was crying because his stomach hurt. However, this was somehow resolved and he was able to complete the remainding pies. I was then escorted to a seat next to a hag and served a white vegetable pizza.
Then my boss came in to tell everyone there, the villains of the world, the mission of our work this summer. I don't know how I came to my next conclusion, but somehow I did: my boss was the Devil. He didn't look like normal depictions of the Devil with a pitchfork and red horns. Instead he was a tall, soft-spoken, well-dressed gentleman in a black suit with burgundy trim. He had a neat goatee, small mustache, and dark beady eyes. Our mission for the summer was to collect as many souls as possible. The nearest town with a church was twenty minutes away and we'd be working everyday.
Instantly, I felt dread. How did I get into this mess? This was definitely not where I saw my life going. I knew I couldn't even sneak out to church to pray. I didn't know how I'd get out of this. Since the next train out of this town wouldn't come until tomorrow morning. I didn't want to be a quitter...but then I was like STOP!!! What are you saying? This internship is not that important. For some reason I decided that I wanted to be honest and non-secretive with everyone and decided to express my dissatisfaction and give my 12 hour notice to the Devil. I walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned to me with a smile and said, "Yes, my dear?"
"Well, sir," I said, "I don't think I'm cut out for this work. You see, I've always been on God's side and this job conflicts with my comfort zone and my beliefs. So I have come to tell you that I'm leaving tomorrow and will no longer be working for you"
He replied with the two most terrifying words I could have ever expected, "Very well."
For some reason I knew that this conversation wasn't the end of it. Somehow I knew that there would be some sort of loop hole tomorrow as I tried to leave. But at that moment, the Devil opened up a linen closet that was filled with Christmas decorations. This shocked me. I almost asked why he had them, but thought the better of it. Then I was helping him hang two shower curtains which would be used as backdrops for old film projectors. My opinion was then asked if I thought the black or white shower curtain would be better for movie clarity. I didn't understand, but apparently it had something to do with psychology.
Then I jumped to a tailgating behind a red barn in the country with my parents (I don't know how I or they got there) where I was trying to keep my inner turmoil about quitting my internship to myself. Eventually, I broke down and told them. At first they were confused as to why I was planning to quit, but after further explanation they agreed that I should leave tomorrow...
And then I woke up.
I have no idea what that all means. I know I was probably influenced by my upcoming internship, and the recent movies I've just watched, namely The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnasus, Superhero Movie, and Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith. I'm sure there's a lesson and lots of symbolism in this dream which is why I have decided to write it down.
If you can think of anything, let me know if you want. Until next time.
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