I'm walking in a shopping mall. I enter the shop of a man I know. I look around, I'm checking out what kind of goods he is selling. At first sight he seems to have a drugstore, but he seems to be selling all kinds of items, even cheap plastic one-toe shoes (translation?). He comes to me, explains that business is bad, due to the economic depression. On top of that, due to the situation [post 9/11] he can not advertise. Yes, I see his problem.
I walk around through the mall, then return to my room and office. I'm standing in the middle of the room, cleaning my glasses. I notice some drops of water on them. There's also a cheque on top of the tv. It is a large room, with hardly any furniture.
A man enters. He stands nearby an armchair in the corner of the room. He
reports. I feel he is one of the leaders, with the status of a general. I ask
how things are going. He hums a rather hopeless tune. He sounds surprisingly
worried.
This is what the reporter hummed: World Problems [Windows Media Format version], or World Problems [Real Audio version]. It's a short tune, it should take 10-30 seconds at most between clicking the link and hearing the tune.
Tunes don't come much simpler than this. What I recall from the dream was the extraordinary sad sound. It also sounded as if in some way not just the reporter, but also many of his equals were humming along with him. While the dream occurred a year ago, it still feels relevant to me. On a positive note: the cheque was also a reminder that I needed to cash in a cheque I had forgotten about.
