Subconscious Intuition

 I had been chasing down one prospect of work. It was a bootcamp for data scientists. I didn't get in. I got to the last round and was cut, which doesn't sound as great as it might: it's no use being in the top 20% if they're looking for the top 5%. You're still way off. 

It's been around a week since I've been notified of my failure. I'm thinking about whether this is going to be a good or a bad thing for me in the aftermath. Things seemed rosier when it was not so obvious that I was going to fail. Those guys who turned me down were at least nice enough to inform me about what had gone wrong. 

I had two dreams in the last week. In the first dream, I found myself hurtling through a hawker centre on roller skates, (or maybe I was pushed through in a supermarket cart). Things were going past me rather quickly. Then it segued to a scene where I was in a bus going down (or up, I don't know) on a spiral ramp, and it was in the middle of a supermarket with shelves everywhere. 

And the way that I would interpret this dream is that I'm in a place where there are options everywhere. I just have to reach out and grab on to something. It still feels that everything will still turn out right, and I'll still end up on my feet. I just have to open my eyes. Whatever I end up with is something I don't know about at this point in time. I'm in a way venturing into the unknown.

I can't remember the exact details of the second dream, but the message to me was that I was doing some kind of an exam, that had no time limit. I could do it fast, or I could do it slow. It could be finished quickly, or it could take forever. The choice was up to me. I just needed to focus and make sure I did it.