{"id":5684,"date":"2011-03-15T20:35:18","date_gmt":"2011-03-16T01:35:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.net\/?p=5684"},"modified":"2011-03-15T20:35:18","modified_gmt":"2011-03-16T01:35:18","slug":"on-the-rare-remembered-dream","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/?p=5684","title":{"rendered":"On the Rare Remembered Dream"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve mentioned at times my utter inability to remember dreams.  I know that I dream &mdash; or, at least, I <i>feel<\/i> that I&#8217;ve dreamed.  I&#8217;ve been in the dream state while awake, which is a very strange place to be.  But, by and large, my dreams are walled away in my consciousness and inaccessible to me.<\/p>\n<p>Imagine my surprise, then, when I woke up this morning with a vivid memory of a dream.<\/p>\n<p>I went in a GameStop.  Well, <i>technically<\/i> it was a GameStop.  It had originally been an EB Games, in particular a store that was either built or remodeled in the 2000-2002 time frame.<\/p>\n<p>EB stores of that time had a distinctive &#8220;look.&#8221;  The stores had a certain LEGO-like look.  The walls were solid colors, blue and red.  The overstock area was a solid green.  The cashwrap area was a bright yellow.  Primary colors.  LEGO colors.  After 2002, the designs toned down the LEGO-ness; the cashwraps stayed yellow, but the primary blues and reds were replaced with grays.<\/p>\n<p>The store, in my dream, was a LEGO-styled EB Games.<\/p>\n<p>Someone who was working in the store knew me, though I didn&#8217;t know him.  We talked, and while I don&#8217;t know what the conversation was about I do know that the conversation made me feel a bit anxious.<\/p>\n<p>Suddenly, my old boss &mdash; my district manager from North Carolina &mdash; was there.<\/p>\n<p>We stepped outside of the store.  He wanted to talk to me about coming back to work for the company.<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t remember precisely how the conversation went, but I do know that I was quite vehement that I wouldn&#8217;t, and the conversation became heated.  As much as I loved working for EB Games, I despised working for GameStop; one company favored original thought, the other wanted passive drones, and I&#8217;m too much of a free spirit to have ever fit comfortably in the GameStop mold.  But more than that, I simply wasn&#8217;t willing to work the stupid number of hours that GameStop required of its managers.<\/p>\n<p>There was one other oddity to the dream, which I won&#8217;t mention.  Just someone surprising, because he had nothing to do with EB Games ever.<\/p>\n<p>The dream upset me.  There was nothing wrong with the dream.  It was actually nice to revisit some aspect of the past in some way.  But I couldn&#8217;t imagine any reason why I would want to return, and I don&#8217;t know why I had to have a conversation about the matter.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve mentioned at times my utter inability to remember dreams. I know that I dream &mdash; or, at least, I feel that I&#8217;ve dreamed. I&#8217;ve been in the dream state while awake, which is a very strange place to be. But, by and large, my dreams are walled away in my consciousness and inaccessible to<a class=\"more-link\" href=\"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/?p=5684\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">&#8220;On the Rare Remembered Dream&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[52],"tags":[542,228],"class_list":["post-5684","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life","tag-dreams","tag-eb-games","entry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5684","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=5684"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5684\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5684"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5684"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5684"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}