The night before last, I had an unsettling dream; it’s a man’s face I keep seeing when I think back. I was cold, wet, chilled through and through, and had entered some public building during the night. There were a number of other people there, and I told them my story. Unexpectedly, a top executive came down from on high to speak to me. He was smart in his mid-grey suit; quite handsome and pleasant-mannered, about 45 or 50 (full head of hair, sort of mousy-brown-blond). An aura of quiet wealth seemed to hang around him.
Blue or grey eyes, no glasses, pale (but not in a sickly way). Very straight-backed but not stiff. He gazed calmly at me and said, “We heard you’ve had a bad time and are very sorry to hear it; can we do anything to help?”
He was cool and reserved, though polite, and I found I didn’t really want to discuss whatever it was. I was just a minor problem to be dealt with, and I found that chilling. I started to answer him, then stopped mid-flow and said to myself “I don’t want this conversation.”
He was still looking at me, waiting for my answer, and even while returning his gaze, I cut off and stepped away. There was no flicker in his eyes, no reaction; there was nobody there. It was just a dream – it was as though he was a Star Trek hologram and I had said, “computer, freeze program!”
I ‘freeze’ my dreams when they get too frightening… big cats, heights, storms, floods, soldiers. Adding a suave executive to the list is new. Sort of.