So I had a dream last night
that
I was wandering around what seemed like an overgrown city (New York or Chicago) where everything was like a Cohen Bros. film but even moreso. Exaggerated.
All was rundown. And lots of things were old and held together with paint. And muted colors, sepia.
There were people everywhere – Cohen-like characters. All busy, all doing things. Everyone was working their hearts out to get ahead in a system dead set against them. And everyone was talking about – expecting – how they were going to be the big wheel, the big cheese, the Big Time Operators (BTOs) etc. I spent most of my time trying to get from one place to another in overcrowded buildings.
Getting through the crowds of future BTOs.
I finally found a spot to eat at a very New York-like counter place. I had two guys on either side of me. They had steak, which meant their BTO status was ‘getting there.’ I counted my change and ordered a hot dog. It took forever to get service. There were different types of dogs on the menu, but no prices. I asked which was the cheapest one. The server said, rudely, “You look like one of the ones who can’t afford to eat. So it’s half price.”
Still didn’t know what half price was – but was hungry so I ordered – then I got the check. 55 bucks for a hot dog and I didn’t have that amount. The guy next to me paid for it, detain in his eyes. Said he was “Paying it forward,” and “You look like one of the ones who can’t afford to eat.”
Inflation was crazy and a gigantic company owned everything. All small businesses reported to the executives at the giant company that everyone was trying to impress, work their way up through. None of the businesses were private. All part of this company.
I finally made it outside and it was walls of people. All heading somewhere. Churches were everywhere and overhead I saw a freeway offramp carrying semitrucks that almost kept falling of the overpass. The freeway was falling apart and people were ducking debris of concrete and twisted rebar.
A lot of the people were nice – and they loved talking – tho usually about themselves. And how far ahead they were getting in the company. And how Jesus was on their side.
I spent most of my dream trying to find my wife, who I had left sleeping in a booth at a small travel agency. The booth was from an old restaurant, the walls were painted bright pink.
The travel agency took up a small space in what was a corner room in a tenement building. No one wanted to travel, so this agency did Chinese takeout on the side cause it was more lucrative.
The guy who ran the place wanted to pay me to deliver the food – even though the map app wouldn’t work on my phone – and I had no idea where I was, let alone which city I was in.
My wife woke up and was glad to see me – having no idea how lost I was for most of the entire dream. Then the neighbor started yelling at one of her kids outside our window (in real life) and I woke up.
So
anyone have several million on hand so we can bring this epic to the screen?
—steve mehallo
Flommist Steve Mehallo is a graphic designer, illustrator, font designer, educator, foodie and gadfly. He is the creator and founder of FLOMM! Image swiped from the NYT (darkened and blurred in Photoshop); it seems to fit ‘what was playing out in my head.’
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