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"How Simply We Desire A Bed"

August 2, 2021: In this dream, I found myself in a shopping center, specifically a shoe store.

Partway through the dream, as I walked through this store, the manager offered me a position as a sales associate. Please don't ask me why because I have no idea. He signals for a man over the sales team to come over and join us in our conversation and to figure out the needs that they currently have.

The only available day that they had turned out to be a Thursday and only a Thursday. Not wanting to slow him down, I accepted the job and pulled out my phone so that we could exchange numbers. Walking with him as he set about the store, doing whatever it was that he was there to do.

In this store were stripes of colored tape on the ground. Red, yellow, and presumably green. Each color had the effect of street lights of the same color in America. Red means stop, yellow means slow down, and green meaning go. It seemed to direct the flow of people through the store better than anything I have seen in the waking world. I initially thought it was weird how my boss stopped on yellow, but there were so many people passing in front of him that it makes sense retrospectively.

Afterward, I met with my folks and my brother to share the news. Moving from facilities is a tough transition, so I was excited for the change of pace and the opportunities provided to me. Though there is nothing wrong with facilities/ janitorial work, and a strong sense of understanding between us who practice the trade, there is a difficulty in transitioning from the business that I can attest to first hand.

As the dream continued to unfold, my mind began to contemplate this thought "Transitioning out becomes even more difficult when most jobs desire a degree, but you are not qualified without experience, which you won't get without a degree." It feels like a problematic cycle to push through that requires an odd combination of grace and luck. These days finding the right path for you can be just as hard as finding a job. The thoughts continue, "I know many people that have degrees they don't want that are simultaneously difficult to find work with." Regardless of their skills, they struggle just like me.

The point of this line of thinking is that I just needed a new job. Even though the hours are crap, one day a week starting at 8 pm is still good because I can put that experience on my resume and use my new customer service skills to move up in the business world.

Afterward, I think, "How simply we desire a bed." It's a good desire to want that, but it isn't something easy to come by. I felt like I was considering more than just my experience, but that of millennials everywhere. Fearful of a future that approaches us quickly that we are unsure how to embrace.

How simply we desire a bed: a good desire, a fading hope for many.

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