In the dream this morning I am watching a video podcast on YouTube and it is a business report. A grey-haired man, in a grey three piece business suit, seated at a desk, seems to be droning on for hours about stocks and derivatives. Toward the end of his podcast the video is interrupted by different footage of him driving an expensive European sports car. The car has the steering wheel on the right side. I think he might be driving a Jaguar. In the left front seat with him is young blond supermodel. The man is smirking and the this young woman looks into the camera and makes a duck face. The dream ends there.
What the heck was this dream all about? I get the sense the business man inserted the footage at the end on purpose to flaunt his wealth and machismo with his viewers in the most outrageous and arrogant way possible. I could see most viewers being envious. It is human nature to do so. On the other hand perhaps someone has sabotaged his show and put the footage in to embarrass or shame him? Maybe the man is married and the woman is not his wife? It is something to ponder.
Generally, I am not the sort of man to envy the wealth of others or lust after their girlfriends Well, at least not consciously. I have pity for the insanely wealthy who live shallow empty lives. Riches do not always equal happiness. A great many rich people are unsatisfied and have horrible messed families.
I am wondering if subconsciously I want to live in the man's shoes for awhile. I could not do a job like his. I would be bored to death with talking about international finance. I could not do it no matter how much they paid me. All the trappings of wealth would turn me into a horrible person too. I know I would turn into someone my friends and family would not like. Sudden wealth would most likely ruin me. I should not waste my money on lottery tickets, but you know, I sure wish I had a nice house, no bills and no unmet needs. Health care costs too much and at every turn someone wants to separate me from a large chunk of my small income. It never ends. I want to scream.
Time to eat breakfast, pick up my metaphorical sword and do combat with the so-called real world. Such is the lot of working man. I am outta here.
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