I was dreaming...LITERALLY

So, I've been having dreams lately. I mean, I have dreams most of the time - scientists tell me I dream all the time, in fact (at least when I sleep) - but lately I've been remembering them.

A couple of days ago I dreamed that I had a conversation with my old boss - my ACTUAL old boss and I discussed my ACTUAL life's work, and my ACTUAL future...sitting at his ACTUAL desk.

Last night I dreamed that my current boss, my ACTUAL current boss and I sat and had a conversation about the current ACTUAL work flow, and were subsequently joined by many of the ACTUAL executives in our ACTUAL conference room and we talked about the ACTUAL way we work, and I told them what I ACTUALLY thought.

This is literal bullshit. Not literally bullshit - because, as we all know it wasn't - but bullshit lame-ass literal dreaming. I mean I spend all day at work. I don't need to pick up extra hours. If I wrote an ACTUAL screenplay about my ACTUAL work it wouldn't be as on-the-nose as these phoned-in b-movie excuses for dreams Morpheus is currently palming off on me.

Maybe I'm reaching, but I blame reality television. You know, the kind where you can almost hear the Producer whispering in the shithead subject's ear "if you're worried about tomorrow's competition, maybe you could say that? ACTION"... "I'm worried about the competition tomorrow"..."CUT, that was great, I loved the way you switched the order of the words - nice work." Now I know they don't ACTUALLY say "cut" on a reality set, but I'm trying to make a point. I hear people talking like reality TV subjects more and more these days - It's like an insidious infection of stupidity: "Oh my god, if the bus doesn't get here soon we're really going to be standing out in the rain for a long time and we'll totally get super wet." No flies on that one, no sir.

And now it's in my dreams. "Hey, if you think you're going to spend a lot of time at work, maybe you could dream about work? ROLL'EM!"...eyes close and I'm typing at my desk at work. Yay. With this unique and fascinating approach to my days, I'll be working through my personal issues in no time. Oh wait. No I won't because I'm BORED BY MY DREAMS.

I write this as I head to dreamland - in the hopes that it will let my inner producer know that his audience of one is pulling a hundred share every night, but it's clamoring for more meat, so stop dumbing it down - we're up for more of a challenge, please. A little less Big Brother and a little more Masterpiece Theater. Hell, I'd take a half-decent sitcom, let's just get off this friggin' Jersey Shore kick.

Peter