Paying Attention

I was supposed to be administering listening comprehension tests. There were paragraphs that I was to read to people and then there were questions to see how well they were listening. It was boring material and no one taking the tests was able to keep their attention to it. In fact, most of the people, in real life, have some kind of attention deficit disorder, according to the quack medical system of the US. Truly, I was struggling to make it sound less boring than it was and to pay attention to what I was reading was a tremendous chore for me.

My eyes were hurting because I had lost my reading glasses. I had a headache probably because in wakened life I have had a migraine for a week a half or so. Someone came over to take the test and she saw how I felt. She asked me if I had any herb. I did not. She said, "Well, no wonder. Take a break and let's go get some." Looking at my schedule, I saw that would be possible.

We went out to my car and it was severely vandalized. It looked like someone had hit it from every direction possible with a gigantic mallet. All the windows were broken. There was a suitcase inside that had been slashed open, clothing and belongings strewn about. My laptop, which I immediately noticed behind the suitcase mess (and I worried, that I am dead meat in my work life if that laptop was destroyed) looked like it was the only thing that hadn't been touched. I got it out of my car and we took it back to where I was staying.

She (was it Louise or Dori?) said we could just walk over to M___s house and he would have some. I didn't know he smoked. She said for obvious reasons he keeps a super-low profile. Well, I knew he was very private about other aspects of his life, so thinking it through, it was not so surprising. He lived in a mobile home (that would be very strange for him in real life) He answered one door, and said he was babysitting his niece. He looked at me and asked for assurance that I would not tell anyone that he did this green thing. Then he said he would meet us at the front door and give us a bag. (that was nice).

Mostly, with the symbolism involved, I believe this dream relates to my present work life.