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04:21:2002 Entry: "DREAM"
DREAM
WHAT a WEIRD dream. For some unknown reason, Stan and I decided to go to some sort of arcade...like one of those awful places in a mall or a Chucky Cheese or something. (We NEVER go to places like that) The weird thing was, when we entered the place, it looked sort of vacant and run down...there were no games in view...the place looked practically abandonned and in poor shape. Someone at the counter asked us what sort of game we wanted to play. We told them we were new and didn't know, and asked what did they have available. The guys showed us a map of the place or something, and I chose one game and Stan chose another. They took us to where we were to play, and showed us where Stan would be playing. It was like an aisle at Stein's (huge greenhouse in Milwaukee/Racine area) with movable partitions separating it from other "gaming areas." There were some plants around, some furniture and boxes, and some very bad pictures on the end of the far wall. There was an employee straightening out the place, moving some of the plants around. As he moved the plants, some branches fell off and he said we could take the branches. The point of the "game" was to clean up the place and Stan would score points. I thought this most odd, but Stan got to work. I didn't even go play my game, I just stayed and watched Stan. I was surprised Stan was actually cleaning...he seemed to be doing quite a good job. I told him that this looks just like a way for people to do the dirty work for the employees while they call it a "game." After about 20 minutes or so, the first employee came back and told us our time was up. He said that Stan did a pretty good job. Then he pulled out a score sheet and starting adding up scores for what Stan did. I notice that there were all these codes that he was writing down, like job codes that one has to fill out on a time sheet. I noticed that he was giving me negative scores, and I explained to him that I'd never done this before and I didn't know what to do. I was sitting down on a bean bag chair while this guy was figuring out our scores and there were these older people (late 50s...60s) who came by and were wanting a tour of the place. They started watching what we were doing, getting in our face, and generally annoying us. One woman even got in my face literally, as she bent over to look at a the enamel cat pin on my jacket...it was like she sniffed it...weird.