Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 6/12/2016
By Purple
Had a dream I was at an amusement park unlike any I've seen before. There was one game where you can wish evil on people, and the more points you play with, the more evil things you get to choose. I had it out for my co-worker who had been a bitch to me (and many others), and always gets away with it. So I took my card and maxed out for the most amount of evil to be lashed out on one human. The name of the currency was a weird reference. There was even a warning, asking, “Are you sure you want (x amount of [currency]) to be deducted to perform these evil acts?” There were hundreds of choices. Some a little bad and others very bad. I kept choosing the most evil and wicked things possible for her. My “conscience” was my friend and ex sister in law, who was by my side and tried talking me out of what I was doing. I love her, but ignored her pleas. I was getting even, finally. There was a lot of satisfaction, even if just one of these evil acts was bestowed upon this brat bitch at work. With each button I chose, there were consequences being played out in the room in front of us. The room had a clear glass wall which we were able to see through. The actions of my choices each had odd things happen in front of me. Think of the amusement park prize machines with the mechanical arms that attempt to pick up your prize—something like that, only way bigger, was behind the glass wall. It kept picking up large pieces of fruit (melons) or vegetables (assorted squashes) and placing them in a basket that conveniently moved to the front of each fruit stand. It was odd, but a lot of fun. I didn't get to see anything done to the bitchy colleague, but truly wanted to believe in my gut that karma was going to get her. Thoughts shared online: I think I have to find a way to make peace with having a nemesis at every job. By bringing closure to each negative person, I would imagine that it would make my next jobs in the future easier to deal with difficult personalities in a less self-destructive way. Letting loose, letting go of repressed anger, anxiety, frustration. Getting revenge, getting even. Even though there was a voice of reason to not take the low road, I felt I needed this action to close old wounds. I'm certain this one colleague is the epitome of all the enemies I've had in past jobs. It's just so frustrating to be a nice person, not want to harm anyone, always willing to help, but then I'm seen as a threat by wicked and vicious people in positions of power.