#oneaday Day 815: Peculiar Confrontation

Been having a fair bit of trouble sleeping lately — on top of the difficulty actually falling asleep in the first place, which I've suffered from for as long as I can remember, I've been troubled by particularly vivid, strange dreams of late, too. I'm not sure I'd describe them as "nightmares" as such, since none of them have been outright terrifying or anything, but they have all, at least, been rather odd.

Last night was one such example. The actual details of what was happening escape me somewhat, but I know that in the dream, I'd done something to piss off a powerful person. The powerful person was a criminal of some description, but he was one of those sorts of criminals who had somehow attained a certain amount of "legitimacy" through some means or other; I think he was a filmmaker or something.

Anyway, I'd done something wrong, and I'd been forced into having a "meeting" with this individual (and, by extension, his gang of cronies). I knew that attending this meeting would almost certainly result in me getting hurt or worse, but not attending would potentially lead to dire circumstances, too. So I was in the corridors of this pub where I was supposed to be meeting with the person in question, and I was with some people I know — their exact identities have been lost to my subconscious — and the appointed hour was approaching. Somehow we'd got lost, though, and it was looking increasingly unlikely that I'd make it to the meeting on time.

I eventually did, though, and the meeting was an uncomfortable experience. The individual I had supposedly "wronged" was reasonably polite, but also condescending, and I remember feeling absolute blind fury at him — as well as the knowledge that if I let that anger out, things wouldn't end well for me. I remember him showing me his latest film, and it was absolute garbage. It involved a Cessna aircraft that was on fire at one point.

Then I woke up, not having a clue what I'd supposedly done wrong or indeed how the whole situation resolved itself, if at all. And, going by past experience with my subconscious, I doubt I can expect a satisfying continuation any time soon.

Oh well!