Thursday 29 March 2001

I had the weirdest dream last night. Now, don’t fret, I am not going to make a habit of telling my dreams in great detail. I usually remember them, they’re usually very vivid but are generally just random nonsense stuff that I know doesn’t mean anything but can tell how/where it originated.

Every now and then, though, I have a dream that for some reason, I know at some level that it does mean something. Something important. For instance, post-EW, I had an incredibly long series of dreams about waves. Like, night after night. At first they were about being smashed about by huge breakers over and over again; then the tenor of the series shifted to me battling the waves in some kind of cruiser; then finally, a number of dreams horribly reminiscent of the Alien Resurrection underwater scenes, where I was fighting off icky alien thingies. Underwater.

At the time I was seeing a therapist, and of course it turned out that these kinds of dreams are classic psychological pointers for great emotional stress and turmoil. Well, doh. So the way the dreams changed, from initially being overpowered by waves/emotions, to fighting of evil aliens whilst underwater clearly reflected my changing emotional state.

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Anyway. Last night I had one of those obviously meaningful dreams. And again, I’m pretty sure I know what it means. Interesting timing, is all.

It started with me entering a multi-level shopping mall/market type place, riding up the escalators (which I found absolutely terrifying), and wandering around. The floor beneath me kept sliding out from under me and I was having to grab onto countertops and what-have-you to prevent myself falling over. I didn’t like this place one bit, there were people everywhere (who weren’t similarly affected), and it was confusing and horrible. So I tried to find the way out. Couldn’t. Every escalator that seemed to go down (& thus out) ended up twisting in some kind of Moebius strip and going upwards. Time and again I tried to escape, continuously slipping and sliding, becoming increasingly distressed and terrified.

Then suddenly, I heard someone call my name, and instantly I was teleported? to a different place. A place of green green grass, a beautiful clear bluegrey lake, a copse of trees, birds … And then I woke up.

Metaphor for the last three years, and the future, much? But how tremendously cool.

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And so to the work situation. Today the draft proposal for the restructure of the Abattoir was revealed. I was called into my very own private viewing prior to the full staff meeting, to hear what the PTBs had to say. Fortunately I had a VERY good perception/prediction of what was going to occur so had prepared myself accordingly. Conveniently enough, my predictions were 110% accurate.

Yes my dears, I’m being made redundant. Or rather, I have a number of options, immediate redundancy being the most convenient for me, and possibly quite the most favourable to the PTBs. No timeline or figures were mentioned; that seems to be my call. I’ll be meeting with the Human Remains I mean Resources people next week to discuss same.

My thoughts? Well, relief, primarily. And a certain numbness. All pretty natural emotions, I’d say. So. One door closes, another opens. And one never knows; this could work to my advantage in the long term.

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Since everyone else has been getting on the Oscar bandwagon; I think it was bloody wonderful that Russell got the Best Actor Award. Everyone has been pouring venom on the guy for being grim, rude and without charm. I think he just showed cynicism for the whole media circus. He’s a cool dude. I think he was genuinely surprised.

At least it wasn’t Tom Hanks, people.

And was I hearing right when Marcia Gay Hadden thanked her LAWYER before her HUSBAND? The fuck???

But still, Gladiator as Best Picture? Sure it was a fun film. Entertainment for the masses, yeah? But not what I’d call Best Picture material. One dimensional purely visual plot-challenged pap.

Well yeah I enjoyed it. But to run off with the BP Oscar? Against the best movie of the year, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. That was pure art … the love stories, the amazing, balletic action scenes, the cinematography, the score, the incredible sense of culture and mythicism … THAT was the best movie of 2001, folks. And that’s all I have to say about that.

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