I dreamt that I had been invited to an interview at a huge successful tech firm.
I was invited to walk around the buildings, meet people and observe how the company works. I was very excited and impressed.
I then took the elevator to the top floor of the skyscraper where I was expecting to have the interview with the senior executives of the company.
When the elevator doors opened, I was surprised to see that there was already a large group of people, clearly also potential interviewees.
I was unsettled. It was evident that they were looking at their results. I was told to go to the reception to get my results which was strange because I hadn’t yet had my interview.
At the reception I received, from the lady behind the desk, a ticket or type of key which I could use to open a locker. I looked and there were changing room like lockers around the walls of the room.
I opened a locker to find a jar. Inside of the jar was slime, like a thick, off-coloured soup.
Inside of the slime was a small sachet, like a sugar packet from a cafe.
I pulled out the sachet and opened it to find a paper folded up neatly.
I unfolded the paper: it was a letter addressed to me from a lady with a foreign name.
The letter said that I should be ashamed of myself and that I should put myself in the shoes of someone like her, and that I should sympathise with them right now.
The letter also told me that I had been rejected because I was a racist and a misogamist.
I was shocked by the accusation. It’s not true!
The letter said that when I entered the building, I had used my phone to access the internet and the company was then able to find out what I read online and had proof that I was a racist and misogamist.
It was a strange and peculiar dream and I was surprised by the accusation towards me from, presumably, my own deep subconcious. I think I know which conversations I had, with who and what I heard which prompted this dream.
I have pondered about this dream and wondered about our current culture: our political correctness, our self-censorship, the identity politics, our inherent prejudices, natural fears and inevitable shame. I’ve thought about the fear of feeling ostracised because of something we felt or said – or even didn’t say which seems now almost equal to prejudice of someone else, even if it didn’t exist.