I was at some place that was like an open air, multi-story mall, and I was with my dad and my brother. We went there because some company was offering something, but you had to do some sort of exam and then they would choose the winners. I think it was sort of like a job application? I'm not sure.

Anyway, we all went to this place where you could take this test. There was a booth there. We were about to enter when my dad and my brother said they needed to go do something else first so I stayed there waiting for them. I waited and waited but they didn't come, and the place (which was originally almost empty) started getting full of people, and the queue to take the test came all the way to the entrance.

I decided not to wait for them any longer and stood in queue to take the test. I waited a bit, and before I knew it I was standing at the booth and was handed a multi-page test. I went to a little standing table (almost like a bar counter) that had been placed there so test-takers could write against a hard surface. I took up a pen and started reading the test. It seemed quite simple, mostly just personal questions, some basic general knowledge questions, and at the end there were some writing exercises, where we were provided some sort of image and we had to write the first opening paragraph of a story that corresponded to that image.

Before I got to the writing questions, my brother and my father came and stood next to me with their own tests. But theirs was different, more like a manual task like painting or sculpture. I greeted them but didn't really pay that much attention to what they were doing. They quickly finished their test and went away, chatting all the while. Then my previous boss from my old job stood next to me with his own test similar to mine. We chatted briefly and I was sure he was going to ask me if I was looking for a new job (as part of me thought this whole test-taking business was a job application), but he didn't.

I continued on with the test until I got to the writing questions. I flicked through the pages to see what the prompts where and start thinking about what I would write for each. For the first, I quickly composed (in my head) a quick opening paragraph that I thought was very neat, and was proud of myself. For the second, an image of three lions chasing a velociraptor into a hole, I struggled a bit more but eventually something acceptable came out. I felt proud for this one as well. Then the third I don't remember, but I really struggled with it and tears started to come out of my eyes. I thought to myself "you want to write and yet you can't do such a simple task? you're a total failure, a fake".

Still, I managed to pull out of it and start writing, telling myself it doesn't matter and that I'll at least try to do my best. At this point I got the impression that the job I was applying to had something to do with writing.

I went back to the first prompt and wrote the opening lines I'd previously composed. It came out well, though not as well as I remembered. But then I went on writing (still the first prompt), and I started writing a completely unrelated paragraph about fear or evil or something. Then I stopped paying attention for a while, and when I focused again on what I was writing I noticed I was in the middle of a new sentence I didn't remember putting there. It stood out to me. "... only me and the devil, meadow, really know the Seven Deadly Sins".

In the dream I read this part a couple of times trying to make sense of it, as it was unrelated with what I was writing before (probably that's why I remember it in waking). I had the feeling it wasn't really me who had written it. Still in the dream, I had these thoughts: "interesting that 'meadow' appears here, and more interesting still is that it is used as the name for the devil".

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I think this is the first time that my internet persona, meadow, appears in one of my dreams, even if only be reference. And what's this deal with it being the devil? I think it is acting as a snake-like figure (in Jungian symbolism), as something that permits or allows the descent into the unconscious. And this mention of the deadly sins I'm not entirely sure. But by gut, I would say they represent the nature of the human mind. Now, there's also the fact that "meadow and I" are explicitly stated as separate entities. Also, who is this "I" if it wasn't me that wrote this sentence?

There's a lot more interpretation to be done. My father and brother, doing things by themselves while I stand apart and alone. The fact that I'm taking (and wanting to take) a test in the first place. The fact that the place was empty and then got chock full of people in little time. The unexpected appearance of my old boss. The writing exercises at the end, and my getting frustrated with the second and last ones. The image of the lions chasing a velociraptor into a hole, I think this is deeply significative of something but I have no idea what (all the images were, in one way or another, important to me).