In this dream, it was interview time. No, I don’t know for what position we were interviewing, or even the field of work for that matter. The first interview was taking place in my childhood home, and the person to be interviewed was late. And then when they got here in their white van, I needed to put pants on, so I was late, missed the interview, and a past coworker of mine did the interview instead (in the garage, no less). They hadn’t given me any interview questions anyhow, so I would’ve had to wing it even if I hadn’t missed it. Then we put together a team to do an… off-site interview? What? I know it’s a dream, but still, since when do the interviewers travel to the interviewee? On the drive over we crossed a bridge with no railing, and the person driving definitely thought about veering right off the side. But they didn’t, probably because I was glaring at them. Anyways.
The second interviewee apparently worked in a big, futuristic-looking skyscraper. We walked in and I realized that, though I was now wearing pants, I was not wearing shoes. No one seemed to care, and I think my companions even encouraged it. But here’s the big fun part. The interviewee was on one of the upper floors, and we had a choice: stairs or elevator. One person took the stairs – they communicated to us that they didn’t trust elevators – and the other three of us picked the elevator, which was a big disc that moved up and down in its tube through some sort of suction power. Incredibly dangerous! We pushed the button to go up and the dang thing went up a little, then immediately dropped, though not so fast as to harm my two companions. I, on the other hand, had braced my hands and feet against the elevator walls, suspending myself near the floor buttons. Through careful manipulation of the buttons I managed to maneuver it such that my companions and myself could get off safely, though this last bit was difficult and I was very worried about getting bisected, though honestly that doesn’t make sense since the disc was below me. There was no elevator roof above to fall on me and chop me in half, just some toothy elevator doors that were partially open. The end! I assume we gave up on that particular interview.
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