I had a strange dream upon waking this morning. I was at the copy machine waiting for copies, but as I stood there, people started coming in and chatting and my copies were printing over other printed stuff. I opened up the copier and flipped through the paper in there but all the paper was pre-printed with other stuff. Bright color prints, lots of aqua green, graphs, well defined professional prints, almost a quarterly report. Then I went to get a new ream of paper, but as I opened it up, it was also printed with the same type of printing. More people came in waiting to print, but every reamed I opened was already printed on. I stepped to the side of the printer to let other people get their copies as I went and tried to find a new ream of paper, but every ream I burst open was already printed on.
Strange dream, there was neither ending nor resolution.
I don’t know what to think of the dream. I kept on feeling like I had stuff to do, but I was holding things and people up, a pest, not that important at the time, everyone chatting but not really hearing them.
As I think back, I feel that the times were changing, that elements were writing over the old or pre-defined. Things were not changing as much as being written over.
The rules have changed, what was, is no more.
