08.28.2012
I dream that groups of workers are summoned to meeting areas at the bottom of a gentle slope. There are two meeting chambers, both underground caverns. We are required to wait until called. The people called to one chamber will be told they are losing their jobs, being fired. People in the second room get to keep their jobs.
As I sit waiting near a large boulder, an awareness grows that I will be allowed to continue working.
When finally summoned, this is indeed the outcome. I’m given a small pistol to hide in the cuff of my trousers, a protection from the anger of the people losing their jobs. This seems preposterous to me, I protest. But as I leave the cavern, an enraged man with long, thin legs kicks me in the ass.
Day notes:
I found out yesterday (10.11.2012) that a young man who used to fix my computer at work was fired last week. He is very tall and slender.
The sad, recent events at Accent in Minneapolis (September 27) come to mind. Six workers were shot. The gunman, who had just been fired, turned the gun on himself, bringing the death count to seven.
They have been implementing new workplace lock-down procedures at my jobsite. Now I realize it may be partially a preventive measure in anticipation of a series of layoffs (going on now and probably into the new year).
A gun has firing chambers.