Job interview

Date: 11/19/2018

I’m in the back seat of van and I’m anxious about an interview I have scheduled with a senior manager at Amazon. The scene switches to a small bus, where I sit beside the manager discussing the job opportunity. She is Indian, with a very kind and proper demeanor. My legs are beginning to ache, so I decide to adjust them in a way where I’m sitting on top of them. She is weirded out by my new posture and gives me some serious side eye. “Sorry...” I say, embarrassed, “my legs are just uncomfortable for some reason.” She doesn’t change her expression. “Ok I’ll stop,” I say, timidly. I put my feet back down on the floor and continue the conversation (which I can no longer remember). We eventually arrive at a nice, open park. We exit the bus and proceed to a picnic table. “Are you going to get hotdogs?” She asks, gesturing to a food truck across the field. I nod in agreement. I wander over to the truck while she remains at the table. The line is incredibly long. I don’t think I can do this after all. I walk around the crowd into a hallway of an adjacent building. I continue walking through a large men’s restroom and enter a sound studio. My sound engineer friend, Zach, is recording a voiceover with a talking French Bulldog. It lies on its belly, grumbling with frustration because it cannot remember its lines. The script lays before the dog, and it’s just 3 sentences. “Look, let’s try taking it one line at a time...” I tell the dog. It just moans and closes its eyes. Zach shrugs at me. “Ok man, I don’t have time for this, I really gotta get back to my interview with Amazon,” I tell them. I leave the room, through the men’s bathroom and back outside. It’s nighttime. I’ve just spent the entire day in that studio accomplishing nothing and totally blew off a senior manager at Amazon!!! I’m astonished, embarrassed, infuriated. I walk briskly through the dark sidewalks, under shadowy branches and stars. As I round a corner onto a street I see my film lights setup in a tree, shining through a window to light a scene inside. I scoff at it – they use my gear for their projects and I lose my chances at any employment! It’s the next day. I’m back in the van and my wife is driving. I’m telling her all about how I missed the interview. We pass my friend Robbie, who is dismantling my lights from a telephone pole. He doesn’t look happy. We stop the car, I get out and confront him. “What are you doing with my lights!?” I exclaim. (I don’t know why I became so angry at this point... dream logic I guess). He answers in an equally angry tone, “I want to be compensated for this.” He rattles off all his expenses and how difficult the project has been. I try to calm him down, realizing we’re both stressed out and just need to take it easy. I wake up.