human resources – Dreamyoga

Here is this morning’s totally out of the blue dream.

The wife and I are staying in a temporary apartment. It is well finished and on an upper floor. It is in a city in a posh neighbourhood. There is a buzz on the intercom and I go to answer it.

“The car is here for you now, sir!”

I go downstairs and am driven to another posh looking building. It is of a Parisian style. I am ushered into a very elegant hall with highly veneered wooden panelling and elegant curtains. The style is palatial. I am standing there examining the beauty of the room.

In walks Emmanuel Macron. He is suited and booted. He walks over to me, shakes my hand, and puts his left arm on my shoulder. He speaks to me in English and ushers me through a disguised door in the panelling.

We are now in pitch black. I say that we need some light. A switch flicks. A bright white light comes on.

I can see that Macron has a large pair of callipers and is measuring the size of my head.

In front of me is a high technology medical examination room. There are an array of doctors wearing white coats. The head doctor says to the others that they must now assess every aspect of my physical health. They will need to know every detail including things like alcohol consumption and food preference. There is much muttering.

A tall smartly dressed older woman who is not a doctor comes over to me. The callipers have vanished. I can see from the way that she and Macron are interacting that they know each other well and he trusts her.

She asks me why I applied for the job as driver / adviser.

I say that I was not aware that I had.

She asks me if I think I could work with Macron.

I say that from what I have seen of him on the TV I like his character and approach so yes.

This seems to please Macron.

We are now standing by an immaculate piece of cabinet making. On it is a souvenir of Teotihuacán. The photo card has an image of all the temple complex buildings. Attached to each building is a precious or semi-precious stone.

Macron asks me who the best emperor of Teotihuacán was.

I say it has been wiped from my mind. There was a time when I was fascinated by all things South American. I knew them all.

He smiles and says that one of the perks of the job is that people give you interesting and thought provoking presents.

The medics have arranged a series of appointments for me.

A tall young woman with blonde hair in a pastel blue suit comes into the room. She goes over to the human resources woman. Apparently, the younger woman is to be my liaison.

Macron comes with me back to the apartment. Now the car is his limousine.

He comes up in the lift with me and opens the door to the apartment. He ushers me in. There is an understanding that we will meet again soon.

The wife is asleep on the couch under a blanket.

As the door closes, she wakes up.

I say to her that she is unlikely to believe what has just happened.

Dream ends.

Here is last night’s dream to add to the sequence kicked off with the human puzzle dream

I am with C who I know is a southerly dreamer. She is now quite old as she would be in real life if still alive. We are in the second-floor administration “barn” of the Sherfield building. We are walking towards an exit onto a main road. I have in my hand an old Motorola ‘phone with a small aerial. It is in a protective jacket. I am filming as we go. On exiting the building security drive up with a yellow JCB. They pick C up with the prongs of the JCB fork and deposit her on the other side of some black painted iron railings. She falls to the ground and although flustered is largely unhurt.

I go back into the building looking for L who is also a southerly dreamer. I go upstairs to the top floor. She is holding some kind of IT class with an open inquiry desk. I ask her how I can get the footage off the ‘phone and onto a personal computer. She says that she thinks there is a drive in the back that she can connect. I suddenly remember that although the ‘phone is old it has rudimentary blue tooth.

I go to a personal computer and via blue tooth I download the file and play it back. It clearly shows someone directing security to use the JCB to threaten us. I save it to a flash drive.

As I am walking downstairs a woman from human resources intercepts me. She says that she knows that I have the file. I say that I am just going to check and then I’ll come show her. She says threateningly that it might be better for me to lose the file. I go back to the PC and check the file is still there. I then go to the human resources office.

The woman is not there. I can see on her computer screen in old fashioned green the command prompt c:\>. I type dir return. The screen shows a whole list of files in bright green with my name incorporated in the filenames. I know these are monitoring files which human resources have been building up so that they can threaten me with exposure should I in any way start to litigate. These files are partially hidden on their computers. I know that this relates to when I theoretically hinted about constructive dismissal way back. I find it bizarre and aggressive that they have kept such files for so long. Petty.

Dream ends.

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