In my youth, I once briefly worked a job where there was a button you had to press between every transaction. If you didn’t hit that button, the previous transaction would be added to the current, which could result in you paying out a lot more money than you were supposed to. I could not consistently remember to push that button, and cost the company more money than I was owed in wages.
At roughly 5 AM today, I awoke with a profound feeling that I had to become nothing more than a data storage device. That I was a glowing white folder in a computer’s graphic user interface, and that I was containing files requiring some kind of work. I could not, for the life of me, figure out what kind of work was needed.
In my job I sometimes handle electronic messages in a proprietary interface that is a little more awkward than modern email. You have to label messages according to priority, make sure they’re headed to the right component code, set the request and “tickle” date, and other annoying little shit. I figured that I needed to do this kind of work to the files within me, but I didn’t know how.
My current employer has a potentially adversarial relationship with people applying for certain benefits, and it was also unclear to me if some of these files represented me as an applicant or as a claim processor. These files were just words in a void, important but unprocessable. Stifling.
This persisted for at least a half hour. During this time I have also been trying to work up the will to risk injury by changing the position of my body or getting up to go to the bathroom. At about 5:45, Hecubus placed a single paw on my belly and bore down within a few inches of the site of my surgery, stirring me from my uncomfortable reverie.
This feels worth remembering, although again, I’m not sure why.
Should mostly conscious hypnagogic states be tagged as Dreamposting?
Edit: I never connected the first paragraph with the rest of the post. Now I can’t remember what the connection was, not precisely. I’m unwell, my fellows.