British Films At Work
Monday, May 11th, 2009
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I dreamt that I had got to my boss’s house, Nimesh, to watch a movie. Actually, everyone at the company had gone, though in the dream we were all working at Kmart, not a pharmacy.
Nimesh’s house was vast, all rough stucco and dark beams like some Spanish villa, large enough to actually include a working tavern in one of the wings. I had been there before, where his wife in the dream, a petite redhead, nothing like his actual wife, was a good cook and was uncomfortably friendly with me.
But I was back again to watch the movie, which I had picked out, some British film based on a book about some alien who feel depressed and out of place, supposedly the writing team who made a movie script out of the book [which I also own] were well known television writers. [television was quite the theme in this film, this movie took place in the future, where television was a tightly controlled medium] диваниthe show “Coupling” never came up, but a viewer of the dream would get the distinct impression that that was implied.
We were a raucous bunch, us Kmart employees, none of whom I actually work with in real life. they made a mess of the place. the mess wasn’t specific, but the concept of “mess” was like a virus or radioactive fallout; it kept spreading. It spread all the way to work, at which point Nimesh stopped the movie, sent us all back to work, where we had to clean up this ”mess” before we could watch the rest of the film. General grumbling ensued.
This part of the dream was not clear. What was clear was that when it was al over, we went back to Nimesh’s house to finish the film. It was now at this point far later at night than I had planned to be out, I had actually stopped home briefly to explain this to Paula, who had been running late at her own social gather, and back I went to watch the rest of the film, though by now I was too sleepy to pay much attention to the plot. the movie finally finished, the people cleared out, the house was still a mess and nobody wanted to take responsibility, so they just filtered away, myself included, except tat I had to sneak back through the tavern, to the men’s room, through a door to an antechamber, and through another door to the entertainment room. I ejected my DVD, eventually, the Sony DVD player was a high end one, silver and green glass with buttons made of some fibrous plastic and labeled cryptically. The DVD had gotten so hot it had melted inside the player, I had to scrape it off the tray, like it was dough, and carefully put it back inside the case without closing it, otherwise it would all stick together. I grabbed a pocket television I had dropped behind the end table, the last time I was there, and went upstairs to sneak out the kitchen, since Nimesh was drinking whisky in the other room adjoining the entertainment room and I could leave that way.
By this time, it was daylight, and I bump into Nimesh’ wife in the kitchen , who tells me about the party that she was at, and makes me try this spicy beef that was there, and tells me about the drinks there and is as usual, way too friendly, and I see Nimesh coming up the stairs from downstairs into the kitchen and I wake up.
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I dreamt that I had got to my boss’s house, Nimesh, to watch a movie. Actually, everyone at the company had gone, though in the dream we were all working at Kmart, not a pharmacy.
Nimesh’s house was vast, all rough stucco and dark beams like some Spanish villa, large enough to actually include a working tavern in one of the wings. I had been there before, where his wife in the dream, a petite redhead, nothing like his actual wife, was a good cook and was uncomfortably friendly with me.
But I was back again to watch the movie, which I had picked out, some British film based on a book about some alien who feel depressed and out of place, supposedly the writing team who made a movie script out of the book [which I also own] were well known television writers. [television was quite the theme in this film, this movie took place in the future, where television was a tightly controlled medium] диваниthe show “Coupling” never came up, but a viewer of the dream would get the distinct impression that that was implied.
We were a raucous bunch, us Kmart employees, none of whom I actually work with in real life. they made a mess of the place. the mess wasn’t specific, but the concept of “mess” was like a virus or radioactive fallout; it kept spreading. It spread all the way to work, at which point Nimesh stopped the movie, sent us all back to work, where we had to clean up this ”mess” before we could watch the rest of the film. General grumbling ensued.
This part of the dream was not clear. What was clear was that when it was al over, we went back to Nimesh’s house to finish the film. It was now at this point far later at night than I had planned to be out, I had actually stopped home briefly to explain this to Paula, who had been running late at her own social gather, and back I went to watch the rest of the film, though by now I was too sleepy to pay much attention to the plot. the movie finally finished, the people cleared out, the house was still a mess and nobody wanted to take responsibility, so they just filtered away, myself included, except tat I had to sneak back through the tavern, to the men’s room, through a door to an antechamber, and through another door to the entertainment room. I ejected my DVD, eventually, the Sony DVD player was a high end one, silver and green glass with buttons made of some fibrous plastic and labeled cryptically. The DVD had gotten so hot it had melted inside the player, I had to scrape it off the tray, like it was dough, and carefully put it back inside the case without closing it, otherwise it would all stick together. I grabbed a pocket television I had dropped behind the end table, the last time I was there, and went upstairs to sneak out the kitchen, since Nimesh was drinking whisky in the other room adjoining the entertainment room and I could leave that way.
By this time, it was daylight, and I bump into Nimesh’ wife in the kitchen , who tells me about the party that she was at, and makes me try this spicy beef that was there, and tells me about the drinks there and is as usual, way too friendly, and I see Nimesh coming up the stairs from downstairs into the kitchen and I wake up.
