I had a very vivid dream last night which I was my friend Jeremy Tolbert. I (he?) was living in Kansas, trying to make a career out of graphic design and Web coding. In the course of the dream, I was staying at my parents’ house, on a small bed in the living room.
I kept trying to apply for jobs at high tech companies, and being put through weird runarounds by way of some sort of post-modern interviewing technique. Random or nonsense questions, people trying to bribe me, whatnot. Also, I was desperately in love with a girl who’d married someone else while I was off in prison.
But the weirdest moment came during one of the job interviews when the interviewer handed me a page take from a Dick and Jane book. I’ve tried to recreate here what I saw in the dream:
I read it, and thought, what a weird piece of nativist, racist garbage this is. I asked the interviewer how I was supposed to answer the question, since surprise was very much about the expectations and experience of the reader. He snapped at me to just answer the question, as if I were stupidly misunderstanding something obvious.
Unlike my dream from the night before, I have no idea what this one means. It’s not hard to parse the symbolism of much of this dream, but it’s pretty hard for me at least to parse the overall meaning, if any. Still, weird. This is the kind of thing I live with in my sleep.