Annotated dream
Dream
I am back in the old grind: freelancing as a graphic artist in Corporate America. The company I'm at is disorganized, moving me from one computer station to another. Nobody seems to be working; everyone shifting and shuffling around. The officious supervisor was eyeing me, looking to blame; but each time I set up to work, she moved me somewhere else. This last time she said I would work on the second floor, so she led me downstairs. The stairs, however, were a minefield of feces. I had to carefully pick my way down.
Annotation
I spent years in freelance jobs: working for large corporations, getting nothing accomplished (except for them; for me, no), shoved around, supervised by middlemen, and expected to pick my way through shit. The dream, however, uses this personal history to lead me to my current state. I'm in a tough spot right now: a victim of rotten circumstance, not in control, and only able to respond (to ugly events) by selecting the safest route.
There's a resolution in the dream, however. I am forced to work downstairs, which is to go down into my subconscious (funny, I'm led there by the supervisor, who of course is me, too). Interestingly, the subconscious is where I function best. There is where I might find a solution.
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