Fragments Of My Dreams Episode 12 – All Collapsed Into A Line Of Singularity

There are different shades of gray, from the floor to the walls to the ceiling overhung with bright spotlights.  Well polished and wide open space, the kind of prestigious corporate working environment that is so commonly seen in almost every movie, in almost all our dreams – be it as a real dream like mine or as a concept people have in mind.  I am in black suit, so is my assistant, and my boss too is in black and she asks, “What’s your career aspiration?”  I give a straight answer without thinking too much.  Then comes a moment of silence.  My boss cocks her head sideway and says, “So, here is what you want to be in mid term: to support the business”.  An image of me conjured not too far away from me, straight ahead of me.  “And here is what you want to be in long term: to make business,” she continues as another image of me appeared pretty far down the hall, kind of way off tangent.  “You see, there is no direct line.  It’s hard.  But here is a better alternative.”  A third image of me is conjured directly ahead of the first one – the mid term me – and she says, “A much bigger role in supporting the business”.

I give it some thought, inside a sauna room full of business men.  There must be a way to fulfill my own aspiration.  Life sucks in supporting the business.  Inside the hot steamy room, with men in black suits, and I think of a MBA program.  The more I think about it, I feel as though I have already enrolled into a MBA program.  I begin to feel the stress of a MBA program.  The anxiety associated with examination after examination suddenly hits me.  I so dread examinations.  And as I ponder upon my future …

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I am a bodyguard.  And I have two co-workers.  My boss is in his fifties or sixties, silver hair, crumpled face, but still very alert.  We live in a pleasant Western neighborhood of the colors green and brown, sunshine and tranquility, the kind of pleasant upper class living environment that is so commonly seen in almost every movie, in almost all our dreams.  As we stroll along the street of our neighborhood, what happens next is hard to describe.  It is illogical, it defies physics.  Imagine you are viewing us from above, out of nowhere, in slow motion: two cars appear from our sides, getting closer and closer to each other and bam!  They smash onto one another, side-by-side, with our boss stuck in the middle.  The car on the left, my boss, the car on the right, all collapse into a singularity – one straight line.  It is a daylight murder!  I commanded my two co-workers to yank open the wrecks and recover our boss.  Our boss is in coma.

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I know who did that monstrous act: A man in black suit with his bodyguard and a dog in black.  Someone in the neighborhood moved in not long ago.  Inside a posh hotel, one that appears in every other movie and dream, my plan of distracting the bodyguard and then poison him does not take off.  I have an alternative plan: to take down the black dog with the same plan.  As I sneak pass the hotel restaurant, heading towards the lift lobby, the lift door opens and the black dog emerges.  How fierce it is!  Monstrous!  It barks; I try to shut it up; and it bits onto my right fist.  I am expecting pain but all I feel is the wetness and the warmth, inside the mouth of a dog that has no teeth!  I see a crowd coming to my direction.  What the heck am I suppose to do with this dog?

PS. My dream over the weekend.