Thinking in my sleep.

I just got woke up by one of those calls where I'm told that they want to get me a brand new up to date phone and a great deal. And just like usual I tell them how much I spend on my pay as you go phone and they apologise for bothering me and hand up quite quickly. Not so annoying, I was actually waiting for one of those to verify that how much I was spending was so little that I was of no value to these people. The annoying part is this: I was dreaming. From where I can remember my dream was about Google. It started with a conversation about Google, and about.. war. And my reiterating Alan Moore, saying that Google is so powerful because they have all the information and these days it's an information race to get power. Also linked in there was the economics / military might thing that Ret was telling me about, that things are more about economics than military power when it comes to global control these days. In my dream though I seemed to be concerned with a more personal type of control with the kind of personal information that was being stored and how that meant that power could be gained over people. I also remember thinking that Google were doing well in this because as well has having a lot of information they were also very good at harvesting information, little pieces in great volume, personal information. This lead onto the class room. I was now a student in a classroom being lectures on business or something similar. We we being quizzed on employment. There was a little joke from the teacher, I think we must have been discussing employment preferences because they took a stab at white middle/upper-class employers ignoring the language of English when they realise how cheap they can have the foreign labour that they were previously avoiding due to undercurrent of racism. The teacher did a little giggle across the room doing an accent.. half mocking the employer and half the employee. Slightly crouched and arms extended. "Computer yes, I use computer. Computer.. computer..". The message here was that they were using the persons computer literacy to get past the fact that they really should have someone with fluent English performing the job but were justifying it to themselves that this person was appropriate. Also there is some desperation from the potential employee there that's just mocking their misfortune. So that moved us on to migrant workers. Oddly though it wasn't so much eastern European people that the press have labeled THE migrant workers of recent time that occurred in my dream. On the blackboard or whiteboard there was an image of a face, down to the neck. How ever, this was an ever changing dynamic foreign face due to the fact that this is a dream but the way it took most stable form in my understanding is as a grid. Once face separated by a grid, and each section of the grid being a different nationality or race or whatever. It didn't look disjointed it looked like some slightly odd generic foreign face. Darker skin, curly hair, but like I said, the details changed. The teacher had asked us another question recently so was already slightly familiar with this quizzing format but I can't remember the question. This time the teacher drew on the face, with what must have been a pink marker, they drew a wavy/squiggly line through the top of the head and the hair of the head on the board. From left to right, leading from the right side of the person's forehead to their hair on their left side. It wasn't obvious pink because it was only a little into the guessing that I really noticed that. The question was asked "What do these people have in common?" by which was mean the selected few groups of people who have a line marking their section. I was eager to answer this question and as people were making wrong guesses I was trying to think of my answer and I noticed then that there was another rule to this quiz. As I heard the teacher answering "No. Sit down." I slowly realized that the teacher expected us all to stand with an idea and to sit down when our answer was shown to be wrong.
"They've all got a worm in their head." I thought, partly a funny, partly.. It might be the answer, I have no idea about these people really, or this teacher, or this lesson. So I slowly started to rise, still uncertain about the standing rules of this quiz. As I stood I was still concentrating, thinking too hard clouded my hearing and I though I heard someone give my answer and be told to sit down. I was unsure if that was the case or if I had just heard the answer in my own head. Sheepishly I lowered myself back into my seat to think of a better answer, one that was more serious.. one that was correct. As I thought and waited for all the people to be sitting down and the teacher to finally give in and tell us the answer my phone rang next to my bed and woke me up.