Strange dream

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I dreamed I was going to some sort of job interview at a some sort of government job.

When I got there it turned out to be some sort of spy thing and the group I was interviewing with was led by Tommy Lee Jones.
They said that by showing up for the interview I agreed to work for them and they wouldn’t take no for an answer.
They had a short very muscular man there and when given the order he picked me up and pushed me against the wall.
“If you don’t go where we want, he’ll move you there anyhow,” Tommy Lee Jones told me.

“I don’t think I want to work here,” I said after I was put back down on my feet.
“Work here or we erase your memory,” TLJ said.
“My memory of you?”
“No, all of it.”
“That seems extreme.”
“Go outside and look. You’ll see what we can do.”

I walked out of the room onto a balcony above a courtyard. My wife was pounding on the door of the building below me.
“Hey, is this the Amazon return location?” She asked me, with no apparent recognition of me.
“No.”
“I’ve got this box to return to them!” She said, holding up an Amazon box.
“Sorry, this isn’t the place,” I said.
She walked off, still with no recognition of me.

“See, we’ve erased her memory,” TLJ said next to me.
“But, not of everything. She still knew what Amazon was and packages.”
“We erased the important things. Join us or the same will happen to you.”
“No.”
“OK, but there is no going back.”

With the short man ready to grab me, they led me back into the building into a room with several people wearing dark suits.
“This is where we’ll erase your memory if you don’t join us,” TLJ said.
“I’m not going to join you. I’m going to go find my wife and get her memory back.”
I looked at them, they looked at me. We stood there for a bit.
“You have to start the timer,” TLJ said, pointing to a white light on the wall by the door.
I went over and gave the knob a twist and it began turning back.
“When that hits zero, so does your memory.”
“You’re in the room too.”
“It doesn’t work on us.”
There was a bright flash of white light.
Nothing seemed to change. I remembered all I had before, or at least thought I did. But, I didn’t want to let them know that.

“What?” I asked, looking around.
“You just had a dental procedure,” TLJ told me. “We may have gone a bit too high on the gas and maybe we all enjoyed it a bit too much.”
“You’re using gas I paid for?” I asked.
“Sorry about that, your insurance will cover it.”
“It’s not going on my bill!” I said. “You won’t get high on my dime!”

I walked out of the room quickly, going a different way then to the balcony. I came to a lobby and started making my way across the room to where the exit was. As I got near the big glass front of the lobby, something hit my legs from behind and I fell backwards onto a table.
The short muscular man was no wearing a ski mask and pushing a table towards the glass with me on it. The front of the table hit the glass and punched a table shaped hole in it. I knew that when I hit the glass it would hurt a lot.

“Wait!” I shouted at him.
He stopped pushing.
“What?”
“I need to use the bathroom,” I said, pointing to the men’s room that was near the front of the lobby.
“I’m supposed to push you through the window,” he said.
“You wouldn’t stop a fellow employee from going to the bathroom when needed, would you?”
“Oh, you work here now! Sorry, you should be wearing an orange arm band.”
“They didn’t give me one.”
“They always forget.”
“Let me go to the bathroom and when I come out, if you still need to push me through the window you can.”
“Oh, I’m sure it won’t be needed,” he said, taking off his mask and smiling at me. “Take care of what you need to, I’ll be out here waiting.”

I went into the bathroom and used the facilities. As I was washing my hands afterwards I saw some plastic baskets on the counter in front of the sinks.
One said “fake IDs” and had a bunch of different name badges with different names and different organizations.
One said “for adjustment” and was full of what looked like the things doctors use to look in your ears or back of your throat.
It wasn’t clear what they were to adjust. I wondered about if they could get my wife’s memory back. I put one in my pocket and got ready to go back out to the lobby.
Dream ends

No idea what brought on this one. TLJ and the memory erasure is very Men In Blackish, but I haven’t seen any of those movies in a while.
Amazon does leave the wrong packages at our apartment frequently, so that part is accurate. No idea on the rest.
I was sad when my alarm woke me as I wanted to see the rest of the story…

Comments

[zoefruitcake]

That was an action-packed one