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August 26, 2003

There was nothing I could do

I had this really strange dream, and in it somebody led me into a room that was full of baskets. "Count them," he said.

The whole thing seemed totally futile. I mean, there was a lot of baskets in there, and when I say a lot I mean just that. The room was really large, and the baskets were more than a single man could count in a day.

The whole thing became a lot more futile when the man turned off the light, closed the door, and left me standing there in pitch black darkness. I couldn't see a thing. I mean I knew I was surrounded by lots and lots of baskets, but I just couldn't see a thing.

I don't know what possessed me, but I really felt like I absolutely had to count those baskets. Call it sense of duty or whatever. I tried to find my way back to the door, hoping I'd find a light switch there, but kept stumbling over baskets all the time and never made it to the door.

I thought that one way of counting the baskets could be by somehow getting them all on one side of the room and then moving them to the other side, one by one, but when I wanted to start doing that, I couldn't find any of the baskets; it was as if all of a sudden they were all gone.

Then at some point I thought I saw a tiny speck of light, and sure enough, as I moved closer towards it, I noticed I had found the door. I opened it, but it was just as dark outside as it was inside. I walked out, and just as I closed the door from the outside, the lights went on again inside, and I could see that indeed all the baskets had disappeared.

The door slammed shut. There was nothing I could do other than wake up.

Posted by Horst on August 26, 2003 11:46 PM to notes from the subconscious | Tell-a-friend

Natalie said on August 27, 2003 03:45 AM:

Fantastic dream. Wonder what Jung or Freud would have made of it? And it really should be illustrated. Or videod.

dieter said on August 27, 2003 01:45 PM:

Hi Natalie! I am just now imagining the sounds of someone cursing and bumping against objects in absolute obscurity. The video definitely beats the picture which would go with it. At least it has a sound track... ;-)

And Horst: Maybe this is your subconcious telling you that you should absolutely look for a more fulfilling job :-)

Horst said on August 27, 2003 02:50 PM:

If this had been a dream rather than just a piece of fiction (sorry to disappoint you), it would probably just mean that I'm a basketcase.

Natalie said on August 27, 2003 09:17 PM:

Sheeit! It was such a good dream. Fiction doesn't have the ne sais quoi.

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