Just thought I’d record this dream for posterity:
I was at home with a woman who hated me (she’s long dead), my mother (!), a colleague (who wasn’t a colleague in the dream) and an ex-boyfriend (who was just a friend in the dream). This woman was doing everything in her power to irritate me: smoking, rearranging my space, trying to humiliate me, the usual stuff. So I wasn’t in the best of moods. Then, to irritate me further, she put on the television. Now I don’t have a television in real life, but this dream television was like a cinema screen, as big as that. She put it on, and it was South Pacific, the tail-end of the bit where Cable is singing “Younger than springtime” to LiYat (sorry, don’t know how that’s spelt), and, although it had all of the original colour effects, it just wasn’t right. The song finished within seconds, and the scene cut to a crowd, but it was a crowd of Disney-type animals with massive grins, clearly representing the folk of Bali Hai, and I realised that this was the dire Disney version of the film. One of the animals was a lion, and its grin was particularly silly. I was questioning why anyone would even consider remaking South Pacific when the original was so effective, when the alarm clock shattered the dream and left me reflecting on it. And when I reflected on it, I found it so hysterically funny that I spent all morning laughing at it. Until I got to work. Then things went downhill a bit rapido. But never mind, it’s the weekend, and it’s a long weekend, so that’s good.
I think we all felt like quitting today. The only thing that stopped us was the knowledge that that’s exactly what they would like. No fuss. They get rid of a whole swathe of us without the need to pay redundancy, without any tribunals, without any further forcing. Some of my colleagues are suffering hugely because of this, and this is just the beginning of the process. I think we should foment revolution through a policy of non-cooperation. Do the job, yes, but do it well, properly resourced, with genuine results. No political gloss, no cutting corners. Why would we treat people like that? Their futures are at stake, and we’re not going to play politics with them. We could revolt by sticking firmly to the company’s values. That’s what we should do.
I was at home with a woman who hated me (she’s long dead), my mother (!), a colleague (who wasn’t a colleague in the dream) and an ex-boyfriend (who was just a friend in the dream). This woman was doing everything in her power to irritate me: smoking, rearranging my space, trying to humiliate me, the usual stuff. So I wasn’t in the best of moods. Then, to irritate me further, she put on the television. Now I don’t have a television in real life, but this dream television was like a cinema screen, as big as that. She put it on, and it was South Pacific, the tail-end of the bit where Cable is singing “Younger than springtime” to LiYat (sorry, don’t know how that’s spelt), and, although it had all of the original colour effects, it just wasn’t right. The song finished within seconds, and the scene cut to a crowd, but it was a crowd of Disney-type animals with massive grins, clearly representing the folk of Bali Hai, and I realised that this was the dire Disney version of the film. One of the animals was a lion, and its grin was particularly silly. I was questioning why anyone would even consider remaking South Pacific when the original was so effective, when the alarm clock shattered the dream and left me reflecting on it. And when I reflected on it, I found it so hysterically funny that I spent all morning laughing at it. Until I got to work. Then things went downhill a bit rapido. But never mind, it’s the weekend, and it’s a long weekend, so that’s good.
I think we all felt like quitting today. The only thing that stopped us was the knowledge that that’s exactly what they would like. No fuss. They get rid of a whole swathe of us without the need to pay redundancy, without any tribunals, without any further forcing. Some of my colleagues are suffering hugely because of this, and this is just the beginning of the process. I think we should foment revolution through a policy of non-cooperation. Do the job, yes, but do it well, properly resourced, with genuine results. No political gloss, no cutting corners. Why would we treat people like that? Their futures are at stake, and we’re not going to play politics with them. We could revolt by sticking firmly to the company’s values. That’s what we should do.
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