In my dream, Deb and I are at some sort of event. Lots of people sitting down at tables -- and something like 6 or 8 people per table.
Deb points out that Morris Christian is sitting at an adjacent table and as I look over in the direction that Deb is pointing to, I see him. And obviously he sees me and is trying to get my attention.
I wouldn't have known Morris if I had just seen him without Deb identifying who that persons was. Morris' skin is lighter than I remember and his face was softer, thinner, and kinder.
The scene shifts, and now Morris and I are together and -- as far as I can tell -- we're alone together.
(I have a note at this point that says the 3rd party asks us about a person whose name and identity I can't recall. But the dream continues as noted.)
I find myself "confessing" to Morris: I hate my job and most everything that goes with it. I'm good at my job and it's interesting and -- at some level -- quite rewarding, but overall I feel trapped into doing it and it's weighing heavily on me that I'm still doing it.
I can tell that Morris understands this. And after I wake up and remember how Morris had to behave and how he was treated back at Leeds & Northrup, I feel akin to how he must have felt. It was demeaning and soul crushing but still interesting. And however much I hated it, it was necessary that I stay there and do the job.
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