Channelvision Double Feature | Math & AstronomyUnity Consciousness #3272

(9azzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzh of 11)

I had two dreams this morning and one in the afternoon.
In the second dream I helped someone with a math problem that none of them could figure out who were getting paid to do so.
She showed the solution to her boss and miraculously gave credit where credit was due. Shades of Hidden Figures.
Her boss asked her to get my resume'.
I only gave her an updated resume' because I was able to use Channelvision magic to produce one in an instant without moving an inch.
Then I was inside the boss' office. She looked at the resume' for a few seconds, stuffed it in a clear sheet protector, asked me no questions and said you're hired. During that less than ten seconds process, I kept looking at her and thinking, is she really that white and nice as she is on TV?

Mind you, I was not looking for a job because I already had a job and was okay doing what I was already doing. I was also not wanting to go back into the type of workplace where the same ole fakery suboptimalism and racism reigned supreme.
The boss was Prentice (from Criminal Minds) who told her assistant to get me set up.
The assistant left and I thanked Prentice, her name in real life dream life also.
The boss' office was so large and building was too, I couldn't find the assistant because I expected her desk to be right outside the boss' office, but it wasn't.

So I sat at the nearest table and started doing some research I had been working on. I didn't realize this was the cafeteria, which quickly filled with people eating and still reading and working on projects.
There were so many people and tables, the space between them was small and one person had to stand up to allow the other person to pass by. The spacing was tight like just-be-glad-you're-here stadium seating.

There were plenty of black folks there but this was no guarantee there was a change in status quo behavior.
I moved to an open workstation and just started using the computer. I wasn't concerned about getting fired because I wasn't concerned about getting hired. Easy street to come, easier road to go. Which is why it took them 14 years to get rid of me at my last work-your-nerves place. I thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul. The gameplan was never in their hands.

The company was some sort of government or corporation working on math astronomy something or another.
It was as clear in the dream just as it is everywhere, that government and corporations are the same thing. And that this place was no different, an epitome example, a corporation government and government corporation.
Anyway, I kept looking for the girl who was supposed to help me, and also expecting she would be looking for me.
She wasn't.

The place was crowded with people in cramped workspaces doing something nonstop like a colony of ants, bees or humans on any given day crisscrossing each other, going where the other came from. These dedicated workers seemed to pause, whisper and wonder who I was, then forget about me. I pause and now feel uncomfortable because to them I must seem to blend in.

As I'm taking all this in, in the midst of the pedal-to-the-metal, nose-to-drone-stone, the story ends where it begins. With me working on a math and astronomy problem, seeking and expecting helping hands will reach me if I also reach far enough. Credit has been paid and credit is due.

06.30.25 Update

Since I had just posted another message about Pi (Pi-Shen), Prentice, the assistant and the government-corporation are the collective spirit trying to get me to do work, but for which side, is the open question.