Mean Bean Machine Dream

When I was little (2nd grade) I had a series of recurring terrible dreams, which started from getting food poisoning from eating these funky old refried beans on a sad wilted tostada from the school cafetieria. In the dream, I was stuck inside the biggest and blackest of factories; indeed, there was nothing else to the world but this factory - and inside the factory was this huge windy twisty all encompassing machine, consisting of all manner of pipes, metal arms, winding apparatus, conveyor belts, chords, tubes, and so on - kinda something out of Terry Gilliam's "Brazil" or out of a Dickens anti industrialism novel. The horror of the dream was that I was completely trapped in this factory and could not move; it completely surrounded my whole body and being. It was as if I was a part of the whole thing. I could barely move, but even then it was only small twitches. It was like I was just merely a small inconsequential cell inside some hideously large evil organism, pulsing and vibrating with a dull, mechanical regularity, completley bound up in it all. It was horrible, depressing. When I look back on it, to me the factory is/was Time, the human condition of being trapped in this temporal world, this temporal body. I awoke from those dreams crying, melancholic, feeling hopeless - and also very much against tostadas. To this day (and I know this irrational), I still blame those mean beans.