Hidden Bonus #dreamdiary 215

We arrive saddled up on a t-rex and slide down its tail to the bottom of the structure. There’s a great big blue wall that we have to climb to reach the pool at the top. We know that at the top of this, there’s a big pool indented at the surface with waterslides and it’s surrounded by sunbeds. It’s like a pyramid, only steeper. It’s made of cobbled tiles. In the centre there’s a big green map of the world, but it also looks like slime. My only goal is to get my niece there. We give up trying to climb the structure. It doesn’t look very safe if we were to slip and fall. We’d certainly break a bone. Instead, we walk up the west side which is a slope ridden with grass. We wonder why we didn’t get our dinosaur to stop so that we could jump off at the top.

For Better or Worse? #dreamdiary 214

I’m down at the other end of the supermarket. Someone has opened their own version of a store that’s the same brand as our own. This store is absolutely thriving. Customers are everywhere and there’s one queue to serve them all from. The christmas lights are being put up right in front of me by people on ladders above screens hanging down from the ceiling. The room that they have to operate is double the space of what we have. There’s space to rest items on benches behind shelves that are prepped for promotional items. And they have lots of staff. They’re all young and are willing to fetch stock but no-one is wearing a headset. They’re being led by an ex-colleague of mine. I’ve made a purchase with my staff discount which requires a signature but my receipt is taken off me and is signed by a colleague. I’m about to tell him that’s not how it works but I can’t be bothered as this is my time and I’ve only just discovered this place.

Over-Purposed #dreamdiary 213

I’m in a corridor that’s pasted with yellow vertical curvy walls in brick tiles. The floor and ceiling are both painted cream. My colleague has just brought a pallet of beer into the room. I’ve had to move backwards so that he can push a corner of it into a corner then rotate it round to place it at the end of the room. It seems a very strange method for storing things. There are hundreds of these corners all over the stockroom. It’s anew storage system to reduce theft by keeping everything as far apart from each other as possible and delegated to as few people so that trends can be identified. I’m on the fifth floor waiting for my delivery to be pulled in but there’s nowhere to put it away. There’s a lot of hanging around nowadays. I walk around the wall and there’s a window looking at a multi-storey car park opposite. Our building is in a square that surrounds it.

"I've Got a Dream that's worth more than my Sleep"

 -unknown.

The question is, what are you going to do about it? Are you going to put the work in to stay up all night? Sometimes you have to push hard to achieve your dreams. No matter what your body wants, you have to push yourself to a better future. You might not be good for anything the next day though, and you’ll certainly need some sleep at the end of that. Are you just cashing in financially, or is there more at stake? Will your reduced functionality affect your day? Is it simply a lack of bad planning? It does reek a bit of desperation. Or is it better to remain in the dream world as you know it’s not real and you don’t have to worry about things? And will your late nights disturb others around you who need their rest? Will they benefit from your production or will they complain about your processes?

Here comes Nanny Goat...

She’s got a stick to support herself in those icy patches. Maybe she’s just completed her own hike to get here, and she’s snuck herself into the photo. It could explain why the little one’s so surprised. Or is that a yawn on account of all the pictures that she’s had to pose for? She might even hear music and she’s singing along. Meanwhile, I seem to be preparing to fade away on the other side. Perhaps I’m being beamed up somewhere in exchange for Nanny. The reindeer’s antlers could be wired up into the wood to control the environment but we can’t see the wood amongst the trees. There’s also wires behind me at my height so the little one will get left behind. Or maybe Nanny’s anchored herself down with her stick. It’s about the same width as the branches around her. It might be from this very wood but coated with a metallic paint.

@RogerProtzeer: The article ends with a list & fate of Spoons pubs previously closed or closing.

It’s a cull on a national scale. We’re all got to start saving money somewhere; especially where a lot of overheads are involved. Some didn’t make the cut; we think that outlets that were rented were more likely to be chopped. So for our town, this is the moment when two spoons became one. No they didn’t get merged or married or knocked through, the top dog just decided to close one of them. Others had closed already, but these still noted as the closures were of national attention. And it made more than one media outlet. Jobs would be reallocated where possible. But it didn’t offer a great outlook for the industry. A lot of these places have been pubs for so long so it’s going to be a struggle to repurpose them. They’re big buildings, and some of them have a lot of history. We hope that there won’t be another one.

Hold Your Breath

The little one is really pulling some faces. Perhaps it’s the musk on the coat. That’s why the other one is standing so far apart. She’s either embarrassed to be next to her uncle or her sister, or she’s posing on her own for another photographer.  Or she’s using common sense and she’s keeping a view of the reindeer. Or it could be the outdoor odour of the local animals as their scent gets blown over by the wind. If I’m lucky, she might be getting ready to blow me a kiss. Or maybe she’s getting cold and she’s trying to keep warm and show how cold she is at the same time. Half a foot to her right, there’s some sort of vapour in the air. Has she stepped aside to avoid inhaling it? Or has she exhaled it and she’s trying to hide it from the camera? It might have come out of the other end.