20 October 2009

" I don't want to dream anymore."

"Why do you say that?"
"I don't want to see any trains."

I like dreams, especially when they are scary.
Trains don't scare me though. Not like it does for that special needs kid I saw on the bus.

I often feel like I'm on the precipice of a great decision in life. One path leads to mediocrity and the other one leads to a slightly greater purpose. The problem is that the slightly better path requires a lot more work.
If I was a slacker, I would choose path one.

Is it wrong that in my dreams, I'm trying to escape from authorities after committing a crime? It isn't a scenario where the police thinks I caused a crime. I knew that I caused the crime.

In it, six men in full tuxedos are sprinting down the street, desperately running away from a crime in which they committed. Murder.
Hoping that the suits will camouflage them from police,  they disappeared into the crowd. Instead of joining them, I slipped away...
While running, I held onto a particularly rusted key. I knew that the key won't fit anymore due to its damaged nature, so I was desperately looking for a key shop.
Weird things happened. The door to the key shop was locked... and required me to deposit my key into a slot on the side. It was sort of like a proof that I wanted to do business.
When the key was inserted into the slot,  a button inside was pushed and the door became unlocked. I didn't get my key back.

Looking for signs inside the darkened building pointing to the key shop, I found a graphical symbol of a key. I didn't even bother reading the rest of the sign.
I had stumbled into a (French Canadian) "Department d'Autre Chose". Other Things. (When I woke up, I thought it was Other Choices, which would make this place a second chances kinda place. You know, redemption.) . I had a short and private conversation with the two greeters. Whatever it was involved me giving them a lot of information voluntarily. (Other Things? Maybe they were recruiting me for some super secret spy thing. Like in warehouse 13.)

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