I wake up to the storm this morning with a Mazzy Star song in my head.
I had a very strange dream. I was doing bookkeeping and clerical work at this office somewhere, I can’t recall the location.
There were two other women who worked there, and one man. It seemed like a sort of bank.
The first thing I can remember is needing to print out a check for someone who was sitting out in the lobby and I kept wrecking the check number and having to put correction tape over the number, only I kept screwing it up, and this woman had all these funny calendars on her desk. You know the ones, they have them at your insurance agent’s office, little tiny ones, with the tear-off sheets for each month, except these had only Chinese writing on them.
The man at the office wanted me to go through a list of names and correspond the list with each of some items in his office, to make sure they matched, and I remember it was somwhat intense, like I had a deadline or something and it was getting close. The ‘items’ were these strange pillows, all black velour-y, velvety kind of material, which had been sliced lengthwise, like a hamburger bun. The two split sides were shut together by a clasp of some sort, as with a ladies’ purse. When you opened these things, there was this lint-like material, and some dusty stuff. On the inside upper part of each one was a person’s name and each of these names corresponded to the ones on the list.
Was this some sort of weird crematorium I was working at? Were these dead people’s ashes? Who knew.
The next thing I remember is the office is expecting a guest and it’s the next day after work, only I’m the last one there. I’m tidying up and just about to go into another room when there’s a knock at the door.
I have a huge stack of stuff and magazines that I’m moving somewhere and holler that it’s open and that I’ll be right back. Without looking up, I come back into the room and I’m still tidying stuff up, and without looking up, I ask the person to make themselves comfortable, and ask her what she’d like to drink, coffee, tea, diet coke, water?
The woman answers by saying “Whatever’s easiest for you to get, I guess.” I look up and see that it’s Julia Stiles. Very weird.