Dreams... a series of images, sounds and feeling played out in the sub-consciousness with macabre realism. Typically lasting between between the ranges of 4 to 45 minutes, dreams take your sub-conscious mind through an entire series of experiences and activities you never thought achievable. Occasionally, there are the dreams that jolt you awake in half-panic and those that you find yourself lamenting why it had not been a reality.
Last night, my already overwrought mind played out a series of events in front of me that had me riding through an entire spectrum of emotional distress. It had me jumping for joy one minute and had me prancing on thin ice the very next, it was like riding on a roller-coaster before it derails or finding that you've exhausted your stash of condoms after foreplay.
For those of you that do not already know, I have been working hard to secure an internship deal with Mediacorp Publishing. I had not been happy at work for the longest period of time and had always wanted to get out of my current job. I've always had a love for writing and it wasn't until Kurt invited me to write on this blog that i truly realised how strong this relationship was.
Anyway back to the dream.
I saw myself meeting with the Editor who thoroughly enjoyed my articles (I know because he said so). He gave me his assurance that i would be given the job and that my previous submitted articles would be published after some minor re-work. However, since he didnt have the final say in this matter, he brought me to meet the Chief Editor. For some reason, i was dressed in a pair of jeans with a polo shirt and holding on to a 'walking stick'.
The Chief Editor (CE) was an Indian Man looking barely into his 40s, impeccably dressed with a pair of expensive gold-rimmed glasses nestled atop the bridge of his nose. It was clear from the start that this man had a commanding presence over his peers. I had barely made it pass the door of the CE's office when his booming voice asked:
Chief Editor (CE): What's that you're holding on to?Me: A walking stick sir.CE: A What?Me: A walking stick sir, a tongkat.CE: I know what a walking stick is, im asking why you're holding onto it?Me: I injured my knee Sir. (Pretending to limp over to the chair)The Editor briefed him about my request before handing over a set a printed copy of the 5 articles i had submitted. He leaned back on his chair as he prepared to go through my papers. I felt myself overwhelmed with a feeling of doom as the room fell into an eerie silence as we awaited his say.
He had barely gone through half of my first 2 articles before he said:
CE: I think i've wasted enough of my time reading these 2 articles.Editor: But Sir, I think he has the potential, he just needs a little.....CE: ENOUGH! You may leave the room first!*Editor curses under his breath as he gets up to leave**Turning to me*CE: What makes you think you're a writer?Me: Sir, I've always had a passion for.........CE: Im not asking why, im asking what.Me: Sorry Sir?CE: I don't think you can writeMe: But your editor said...CE: I have the final say in this matter!*Rips the paper infront of me*CE: You have insulted me with your mediocre writing and wasted my timeMe: I'm sorryCE: Now get out.I swore at one point i saw horns growing out the sides of his head as he flicked his forked tongue at me. I saw the room spin around me as his laughter filled the room. That was the last thing i remembered before being dragged out of the office by security personnels.
I broke out of my sleep breathing heavily and relieved that it was only a dream, rationalizing to myself that dreams usually appear opposite to reality i thought of happy things as i drifted back to sleep. It wasn't long before i was dreaming of happier things like unicorns and popsicles.
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