In the Green Room

One minute I am in work, in an old job, trying to solve some kind of problem, or look for some information, or something (and I’m working with people who I haven’t worked with for at least twenty years) and the next minute I am in a waiting area of TV’s ‘Loose Women’ waiting. This can only mean one thing… I have had another dream!

To start off with, last night’s dream was different than my normally brilliant excursions into randomness. It was darker, odder, and very discombobulated.

I was in work. It was night time (or it was very dark) and the desks were only lit up by the light from the computer monitors. Paperwork was strewn across every desk, and the desks were set out in rows. Not all of the desks were in use, and I was helping someone to find some information. I do not know who I was helping. I do not know what I was looking for. And I do not recognise the office that I was in (a very large room, that was visible even through the darkness)

I had to walk to another office to go for something, but instead of entering the office I had intended to go into, I was outside. An old – very old –single storey building was across the walkway from me. Even though it was still dark, I could see the many small windows that stretched across the whole length of the wall; some were broken, and some had their extremely white window frames missing. The office I had just left was on the second floor. I was now outside on the ground floor, and no stairway, lift, or ladder had been used to get there – that I could remember.

I had to walk through this old rickety building to get to where I needed to go. It seemed even older inside. Older and colder. And darker. And starker, for that matter!

I walked through, and found myself in a well lit, and almost deserted, entrance hall. It was an entrance hall to some kind of shopping mall, which was not visible from either the other side of the rickety building, or through the windows from inside it. Yet, it was immediately outside.

I didn’t have far to walk into this mall, as the door I needed was just around the bend of a wall which curved away to my left. I walked through this door, and met a colleague who I hadn’t seen since my second job. She ushered me to hurry up, as things would be starting soon.

The next thing I remember, I am sat in a well lit room, with plenty of round tables covered with white table cloths. I don’t remember anything else about this room apart from the tables, and the people sitting there. Some current work colleagues were on other tables, some old work colleagues were on the one that I was sitting at, and there were some people who I didn’t know dotted about as well. Other people were serving food to us all, and the tables were soon full with a feast that was fit for a king.

Apparently, this room was a waiting area, or green room, for a TV company. All of the people in the room were waiting to appear on various TV shows, and the table I was sat at was for ‘Loose Women’ a lunchtime chat show.

Every time I went to get something to eat, my plate was empty, or the food had gone. The tables were emptying very quickly for that matter. All that was left in front of me, in a matter of seconds, was a bowl full of potato crisps. Something caught my eye so I looked away for a second, and when I looked back that bowl was empty. I blinked, and then it was gone.

One of the people at my table said ‘it’s time now, we’re on’, and as I went to stand up to follow them, I woke up.

I have only just realised when writing this, that I hadn’t noticed the glaring fact that Loose Women is a lunchtime programme and my dream was set at night. Apart from not noticing this little fact, the dream was about different layers again, and very large open rooms. The rickety building was spacious, even though run down. The shopping mall entrance was huge, as was the office. Things appearing and disappearing also featured prominently in this dream, as did my knowing that I had to do something – even though I didn’t know what it was!

Like I said, a very discombobulated dream. Very out of sorts, but equally as vivid as my previous ones. I can remember the parts I can remember very clearly. But, like certain aspects of the dream that I can’t remember (the job, the help, the search, the mall, the food) in the dream, I can’t remember them awake either.

Yet I can remember not remembering them.

‘Different layers’ takes on a totally different meaning with regards to memories. The question is… what am I missing?