Date of dream: Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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I was designing the business page for the newspaper. I added a centerpiece story, the briefs and the top story, but I don't remember work after that. It was my first time designing.
Then I was in my bed in Kayenta. My cat was under the covers and scratching my hand. I tried to get her to stop because I wanted to sleep, but she wanted to play. I pushed her away, and she hissed at me.
Then Emily, my supervisor, came into the room and asked me what happened last night. I didn't know what she was talking about. She said the biz front page wasn't finished and that someone else had to pick up my slack. I couldn't remember finishing it, but I didn't remember not finishing it.
She asked me how it happened, but I didn't know. I had no memory of not doing the work. I said I even closed out of the program and wasn't prompted to save changes or anything like that. Then I thought there should be a prompt that asks if you really are done.
Additional Comments:
My cat never hissed at me, so this was pretty strange.
Date of dream: Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
This dream has been viewed 923 times.
I was walking to my mom's house from the high school for lunch. I walked a different way to get home. I took the street on the left instead of Manuelito Parkway. I guess I needed a change of scenery.
Then my mom gave me a ride to the school. She stopped next to the door that led to the junior wing and the door closest to the library. I got out and went in the door by the library. The halls were mostly empty. I looked at my watch and then at my schedule. I was late coming back, and I was missing a class. Only about 25 minutes of the class remained, so I tried to find it.
I walked by the door leading to the boys locker room of the old gym, and my former supervisor Cary was standing there. I walked down the hall and into a classroom. Only about five students were in there. I sat at an empty desk. It was a newspaper design class. The teacher was talking about things, but I wasn't paying attention.
The bell rang, and everyone left. I stayed and talked to the teacher. She grabbed a bunch of newspapers and showed them to me. She told me she was confident I would learn from her class. I told her I learned from professional experience. I told her I'd also been out of high school for nearly 10 years.
The newspapers she grabbed were small-town papers. I said I was planning on working at a metro newspaper, so she grabbed papers like The Plain Dealer and a Tucson newspaper. The Tucson paper wasn't the Daily Star, though it might have been the Citizen. There was a 4 1/4-inch ad at the bottom of the front page. I thought it was ugly because it was so huge.
Then the song "Con Te Partiro" started playing in her class. I recognized it but couldn't say how I knew it. I wanted to say it was in a movie, but I didn't know. She told me what song it was.
Additional Comments:
I don't really know what to say about this dream. There's a blank part between going home and my mom dropping me off at the school.
Some people lately have told me to consider taking a design class, but I've told them there's nothing I can learn that I haven't learned from professional experience.
I was let go from my job five days prior.
Date of dream: Thursday, October 05, 2006
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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I was paginating two inside pages for the Fremont, Ohio, News-Messenger. The two pages were next to
each other, so when you opened the paper, you could see both at once. One page had a jump from the
front page, and the other had briefs.
As I was laying the pages out, I decided to put a subhed in the jump story. I wrote a two-line hed
that was supposed to be a rhetorical question. After that, I worked on the briefs.
The briefs were simple and really short. They spanned four columns, but were only about 2 inches
deep. There were three briefs, and I wrote three two-line headlines for them.
When I got the paper in the morning, I opened it up to look at the pages I designed. When I saw
those two pages, things were changed. The subhed I wrote was the size of a normal headline, but it
was still two lines, so it was incomplete. It only had three or four words of the seven or eight I
wrote. I looked at the briefs and saw that there was no headline for the first brief.
I got upset. Why would someone change my pages to something horrible?
Additional Comments:
I had this dream the night after the executive editor drove me from the airport to the motel. After
having it, I interpreted it as a part of my brain telling me to seriously not take the job. I had my
doubts, but after actually checking out the papers, I'm feeling better about it.
