Still on the subject of dreams, I had another one last night. I didn’t take to the skies, or the heights of any darkened corridor in this dream. I was grounded.
For some reason, I had visited an old place of work. The weather was dreadful. Well, to be honest, it was fantastic. Torrential, wet rain in a dream simply has to be refreshing, hasn’t it? Well, I think so anyway… and it was.
I had to park some considerable distance away from the office building, which could simply be a flashback to my time at this place of work in real life, as very often I had to use the ‘overflow’ car park that was a good ten minutes walk away. The dream started with me walking toward the office building, away from my car… I hadn’t parked up or anything (at least I don’t remember this anyway!)
I had with me an old identification pass from when I worked in another building, in a different part of the country, just in case I needed it. When I first walked into the building, I didn’t.
I walked up a flight of stairs (which were extremely well lit) and into what should have been an open-plan office. The office had been somewhat refurbished. Partition walls had been erected all over the place, and even extra support pillars were in place. These new ‘walls’ should have looked new (or new to me, as they weren’t there when I worked there), but they look surprisingly old. Far older than they should have looked. Some were rusty, some had broken windows, some had yellowed notices hanging off, and some had just the outlines of where notices had been. If people weren’t working in the building, looking at the walls on their own, you’d have said I was in a derelict building.
I met my old team, who were all still working together, which, in real life would be unlikely. I was chatting with my old supervisor, who was called away for some reason. She asked me to go with her, as she needed to show me the new part of the building, which was through a door beneath the bright staircase I had walked up earlier.
We took the lift down to the ground floor this time, though. On the ground floor, I was stopped by a familiar looking security guard. I recognised him as someone who used to work there when I did, but now he looked somewhat older. Not as old as the walls, but older than he should have looked too.
He asked to see my identification, although he remembered me from working there. He said that I shouldn’t really be in the building as I no longer worked there, but, as I was already in, and as I still had the old ID card, he would let me stay in.
However, during this delay, my supervisor had moved on. I was now surrounded by other people who had heard I was in the building, and had come to meet me. They were asking every day questions, such as what was I doing now?, and have I noticed any changes to the building since I had last been there?. It felt very strange having strangers asking questions as though they knew all about me. Almost as though I’d created some kind of reputation, and these people were seeing if I was living up to it. (That was the feeling I got, anyway!)
I remember at this point looking out of a window, out to the rain-drenched car park, with three or four others looking out with me.
I wasn’t aware that any work was actually being done. My team were sitting around a bank of desks together. The security guard seemed to appear from nowhere. The supervisor disappeared. And the strangers were all just milling about, not doing anything in particular.
Apart from everything being crystal clear, not a lot made sense.
I was expecting to see the office as it was when I last worked there, but it had changed. The changes were now old, and they themselves needed renovation. It was as though I had missed some considerable time between the first time I was in the building, and now. Which was true, but the interior of the building seemed to have aged a lot quicker than everything else. Two overlapping times in one place, perhaps?
I’m still trying to gather a meaning to my inside flying dream from yesterday, and now I have this chronal mash up to think about to.
The first dream featured people who I felt that I knew but couldn’t place them, and the second dream featured people who I knew that I didn’t know, but they knew me. Odd.
I’ll have to ponder this dream some more. I’m getting a feeling of perspective, or perception coming through. Maybe I need to start to look at things from a slightly different point of view. Maybe, as time is passing by so quickly at the moment, I’m feeling a little outside of time, outside of the flow of things – I know lately that I have felt the need to try to catch up. Or maybe, I’m missing something that has been with me through all of time, and I need to have another look to find clarity, answers or more questions…
Maybe tonight’s dream will fill in all of the blanks. I will have to wait and see!
The Mansionic Perspective 
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