Sunday, 27 June 2021

Dream journal: Thirty-eight

This is the thirty-eighth in a series of posts chronicling dreams I have had. As usual, the date shown is the date the dream was captured. This is usually the morning after the night the dream took place. You can’t wait very long before capturing a dream because it soon disappears from memory.

23 June 2020

Dreamt I was working at Honeywell (IRL I worked there from 1988 to 1992) and my father was at home. I had to go home to have dinner with him, and my son was coming too. In real life dad retired in the late 80s and my son was born in 1995, but in the dream dad was an old man and my son a young man.

Before getting an opportunity to leave the office I had to shut down a computer. I had been printing a document from an Apple Mac which was networked with another computer and also connected to a printer. I was using an old piece of software that a colleague had installed on the Mac. The software was, however, not owned by the company but was a pirated copy so, when I went to use it, I was told by someone in the office that, by opening it with the mouse, I would inform Apple that we were using an illegal copy and that they would, as a result, take action.

In any case I opened the software and printed the document. It was in fact enticing for me to do this as the software had been the first printer management software ever to have been developed – so I thought, in my dream mind, the “I” of the dream – so it was not just fun to print the document, it was, I imagined, historic.

Then I had to shut down the Mac in order to be ready to leave the office. The computer had a beige case and the buttons on the bezel where the screen was set were flush with the surface of the plastic. You touched them and something happened – for example the power would come on – but there was no seam showing where the edge of the button abutted the case; this is not how a computer of the 1980s would have been made, it was purely an invention of my dream mind. I looked, at one point, directly at the Mac with its textured, tan-coloured case and felt a kind of affinity with the device. It spoke to me in a subtle and powerful way that encompassed both my past IRL and my present IRL. Had I been moulded, in some way, I thought to myself, by this cast form with its electronic heart? The object was redolent with meaning and, looking at it, I felt as though I was looking at something very important to me.

Once I got the computer to shut down, clicking on a series of dialogue boxes to dismiss prompts, I could, I knew, get to my car and drive home. I was aware that the home I was going to was my parents’ house in Sydney and that I was now living there; dad was just visiting. I wondered how dad and my son would get along. My son speaks better Japanese than English and dad (in the dream) was just dad and would, I anticipated, be censorious and arch in a way that was easy to forgive as it was just his nature to be like that. I supposed they could talk about sales, as both followed to this profession (IRL my son sells cars and dad was a managing director of a global multinational’s Australian arm).

Then I was talking to a man who I used to know at Honeywell whose name is Wayne and who was, when I worked there, a kind of jester. Wayne would always have a kind word for everyone and was in the habit, before the weekly touch-football game, of walking around the office addressing each colleague, in his quiet, funny voice, to ask, “Coming to footy?” Now, in the dream, Wayne was to come to dinner as well as dad and my son, and I asked him if he was ready to leave the office. “Are you coming to dinner?” I asked and he said “Yes.” Then I woke up.

1 comment:

Basia Sokolowska said...

I think Wayne played footy in one team with my then husband for NSW Uni ;-)