Dream Diary: America The Beautiful

Flying

Flying in a plane back to Charlottetown, we are approaching along the water, very very low, until trees and land approach and we nearly hit, then we swerve away at the lsat minute to follow the shoreline.

Then somehow I end up outside the plane, being held up by a harness and carried underneath the nose of the plane. My feet are barely above the water.

My Harness starts to come loose and I desperately try to cling to it. I have the realizatoin that I'm going to die pretty soon. The female pilot is yelling to me and I'm trying to explain that my harness is broken. Then I manage to get my arms up inside it and then whatever is holding the harness thing swings me back into the door of the plane and I go back to my seat.

I'm carrying a big black dufflebag and some random stuff that is hard to keep track of.

Now I'm flying through some kind of conveyor belt, having to hold on to the round rungs of a moving ladder. Shoes are shot onto this conveyor elt and end up in pairs being carried along a twisting route. I can hear a narrator's voice talking about how many modern processes can be automated, but not all. At this point I land on the floor of a boutique shoe store where the shoes that were being thrown around on the conveyor belt are being neatly arranged by a sales clerk who is also putting a price tag on each one, according to the general moods of the customers. She explains that they cut the price of the taxes enough to make the women customers (it's a ladies' shoe store) think they're getting a good deal, but it's just to entice them enough to buy. She then points at a PSP and an iPod on a shelf above the shoes and says 'we don't charge any taxes on these because people are afraid of them, but that will entice them to buy.'

I go over to another part of the store and there are porn movies featuring all women on the covers. One in particular had a woman with no hair on her head, and the title was 'spring of love'.

Scene switch to a strange house where my family and I are apparently moving to. The ceilings slope down in the living room so that the only thing that can be put in the far corner is a mattress going into where the ceiling meets the floor. Upstairs my room is at one end of a narrow hallway with a window at the end. I don't really see much of the inside of my room. I am still carrying around the same black bag from the plane.

I then go to another place that is supposed to be where I'm to start working. Before getting in I have to go through a complex security aparatus that I wasn't told about that included a metal detector. I said to no one in particular since no one seemed to be there to help that I had a set of keys in my pocket and I needed to put them somewhere, but no one listened and I was forced through the metal detector, setting off alarms. Someone comes along and grabs me and uses one of those wand things they have at airports on me, but says "this one can tell everything about you.

I ask if it can tell that the only thing I have on me is a key? And the person ignores me and sends me through several other doors and then up along another conveyor belt system that sprays jets of air at me and then dumps me on the ground. To get back to where I'm supposed to be I have to quickly go through a series of rooms with gates that raise and lower that one has to duck under and continue on the course.

As I emerge out into the front room again I realize they didn't give me my key back, and I shout a curse word. Someone quickly hushes me and says 'swearing will get you fired.'

Scene switch to another dark hallway at the top of a spiral staircase. A voice on a television overhead is explaining that we are voting for cutest kitten'. The consus is that one kitten is the only obvious choice and you'd have to be a monster to choose the other kitten for title of cutest. To vote you hold onto one of the other of the stairwell's handrails as you walk down in a line. In the line ahead of me and behind me are women in grey business suits all proclaiming their extreme preference for one of the cats.

As I get to the bottom of the stairs another wall-mounted television is reporting that the vote was about 51% for one of the cats, despite the seeming overwhelming preference for one particular cat (don't know if it was the winning one or not, they seemed identical.).
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