A Dream of Riddles

I dreamt I met Gilligan from Gilligan’s Island. I also dreamt a riddle, either in the same dream, or in a (un)related dream. The riddle was this: Of the numbers between 2 and 1,000, which is the most unique number? There was a party, in a large garage/warehouse structure that i often dream about. There were many people, Gilligan among them, and many couches, and perhaps the riddle was the party’s theme, or perhaps everyone at the party knew I was struggling with it. As usual, I partied hard, and stayed late, but by the end of the party I still had no answer. Some poor girl had to be helped into one of the couches. She drank too much. I could smell the smell of automobiles in the distance.

At work, the woman in the cubicle adjacent to mine, she has a book about dreams: an index of keywords, and a list of “meanings”. The book says I am struggling with something, (keyword “riddles”) and that I am about to undergo a financial or career difficulty (keyword “numbers”).

I put in my two weeks notice on Monday, and it occurs to me that I don’t write very much of my employment experiences here, the sordid details and rumors surrounding the lives of my co-workers, the dirty jokes, the tedium and the delerium that ensues; these are best left to fictional expression, I suppose.

I’ll return to Tennessee soon, to complete my schooling. I’ll have a spot of summer school and couchsurfing, maybe write something while I’m readjusting from having had a nocturnal lifestyle for so many months, and the riddle I’ll be pondering in reality is: what’s next?