freedom

Last night I dreamt I was in a hotel. It was kind of interesting. It was fancy, kind of dark... well to do people staying there. They had these statues, some small animals and life size, some larger tall ones. I noticed that they had moved them into the pathways of where someone would walk coming in and out of the hotel. I felt like for sure someone would stumble on them, but they didn't seem to, and then I kind of felt like.. of course... why would they fall? Some of us had to go to work or?? I looked out at the street. The hotel was placed on the NW corner of an intersection. The street going north and south was flooding. It was the snow that had been melting and it was so high and going so quickly that you couldn't walk across the road. I was wondering if ice would form underneath like it had in the (imaginary) past. I was hoping it would. I liked extreme weather and I didn't really want to go to work. Then I was in a room with a friend. It was a guy. He seemed smart, nice and funny and I enjoyed his company. He had this device that was a radio. At the push of a button it would move parts around to be larger and play amazing sounding music. Well amazing sound... I can't recall the music. They came in larger sizes, but this one was perfect. He pushed another button and a lever popped out. It had blue light emitting from it. It was a bomb. It felt like he was intending to use it and for some reason that felt ok.

Then I was in the past. Maybe the 1800s. I was living with either my own family or some family that had taken me in. I wasn't very valued, mainly just a body in the house that had to be clean and act appropriately. The house had a visiting school mistress and she seemed to be nice to me. I wanted to badly to escape the house and she was going to provide an opportunity. She had to act stern to me like she was punishing me by teaching me certain things, so that the family wouldn't think I was being treated special or getting anything nice. She was teaching me the buttons on an old metal cash register. She drew all of the buttons on a chalkboard and was showing me what to push first... the numbers. Then I would need to make a "sentence" so the cash register would know what to do. So I would need to push numbers... then it was for... select country's currency, and so on. I really had zero interest in the cash register, but I knew knowing how to do it was my ticket out. I could go get a job and be free.