Projectionist Job (Lucid again?)

Laid down for a small nap and dreamt that I was at some sort of job interview. It seemed like I was applying for a projectionist job, but somehow it was tied in with a school if I remember correctly. The person who was interviewing me was very familiar, but I can't recall who it was other than it was a man. The part that makes me think it may have been a lucid dream was that I recall telling the interviewer that lately I had been having many dreams about being a projectionist again. It just crossed my mind that several of the men in the management were directors/counselors from Street School. This makes sense, since in real life I was working at the Annex 7 about the same time I attended Street School. I remember bragging about how quickly I could thread a projector.

Dream Lapse... Again

Well, I'm in another rut where I can't remember my dreams, even as I just wake up. My poor digital voice recorder isn't getting the use I thought it would by now. Hopefully something will stick so I'll have something interesting to post here.

Moving in again.

Yet another dream where I'm moving from some unknown place back into Mother's house. I remember getting my things back into my bedroom and remembering how small the room was, in dire need of remodeling. The few times that Richard was around he was playing his usual part of fucking things up and not fixing them or apologizing, and Mother just putting up with it while I throw a fit about how useless he is. I remember one little scrap of a scene that featured Joshua Jones, but that makes sense considering the setting. Essentially it's the same 'ole moving bit, where Dad can't help me and I have to find some way of getting me and my things back over to Mother's. It's usually nighttime and inclement weather.

This is one of those repetitive dreams I'm getting rather tired of. Sure, it's nice to see Mother, but she's playing a less than becoming role, like everybody else.