The Weirdness in my Mind Author: BobRDate:03/03/2021 13:48:17
I had a weird dream last night.
It started with me in what appears to be a locker room. It's fairly dark, with the only light coming in through the doors. I hear what sounds like a phone alarm going off - it had that sound of a small electric device doing a beeping kind of thing.
I follow the noise to a back corner of the room. There's a kid sitting on a bench in the dark, looking at something on his phone (although there is no light emanating from his phone). The beeping seems to be coming from one of the lockers that is not against the wall. Since it's dark, I trot over to where some light switches are, and try to turn on the lights. They seem to be the kind that take a few minutes to warm up, so while it's a little brighter, it's still kind of dim.
I go back to the lockers and put my hand over the vents of each locker in turn to try and muffle the sound so I can tell which one it's coming from. Ahh - it's #700, so I open it up, and almost get hit by an ironing board unfolding from inside. There is what appears to be some random trash in there, so I pull it out and put it on the floor, and try to find the source of the sound (which has now stopped). There are a few electronic devices in there, all with different times on their displays, but none that seemed "correct".
In what would almost be a "jump cut" in cinema, I am back to where I was previously, and it's bright in the locker room. I walk back to the corner where the sound was coming from, but now it's... different. The kid is gone; the bench is still there, but the lockers don't look the same, and some have been replaced with what looks like racks of computer equipment. The trash is not on the floor where I left it. I am getting more confused and scared. I look up and down the aisle - something is definitely NOT right, and I am definitely in the same spot.
I start walking back to where I saw a table with blueprints on it to see if that jogs anything, and then it comes back in a flash: #700! Yes - that's it. I run back to the corner, and now I am really freaking out - the numbers are all very different... there is no #700 or any number close to it.
I start to panic. I turn around and see #330, and now I am walking away from the corner and the numbers are going up, and now I am walking faster and breaking into a run, and I see the numbers going past, 400.. 500.., and now I am running and a small voice inside is saying this is NOT right, this is NOT where you saw the locker, and I know it doesn't matter, I HAVE to see that locker, and I am running faster now 550... 600... 630...
.. and then there are no more lockers. Now there are what look like offices or hotel rooms. There's one with about 20 dogs lounging in the room, and finally I get to a room that appears to be an administrator's office.
I go inside, and there are several people there, not talking, and it appears they have been expecting me. The "administrator" is standing, leaning against the front of his desk, arms folded, looking down. I collapse on the couch and say "There's something very wrong here".
Without looking up he replies "Yes - I know".
And then I wake up.
I have no idea what this means. I am sure there is some symbolism there, but I can't place my finger on any of it. The panic I felt was palpable. It took a little while to get back to sleep, and I have no memory of returning to that locker room.