Just woke up from this sweet dream that I was watching a movie about rural England in late 18th century featuring an old woman called Mrs. LaZouche who was taking care of some kids in an orphanage, a foster home or a kindergarden.
They were very happy and living in a green summer place with a bridge between a wooden castle and forests. I thought it is a collective community with an interesting social structure. So I asked to join them in the movie and my excuse to do it was through applying for a job!
Mrs. LaZouche said since we are in the movie and you are watching it we can only have “tea time” together. In one of the tea times I was prepared to get in there but realized that we have conflict of interests, since she wants to come to our world and I want to go to theirs, and I was feeling bad to reject her to come out of the movie.
Afterall I ended up there somehow, together with a smart kid boy from our digital age. We two started an adventure there. It turned out that I don’t have to be worried about him, since he was loved by Mrs. LaZouche and was integrating faster than me with the environment and was immediately accepted by his age group. He knew by instinct where the bridge goes and what things in the scenery are for. He was also oversmarting the non-technological kids, but they were very humble and had gathered around him, mostly little girls, treating him like a star. Meanwhile I was checking the environment and how they live.
The next day black and white newspapers published his picture with some funny news about a kid from the future. He had tied up a little girl using a spider gun that was shooting ropes and then had taken selfies with her.
His entitlement was kind of cute and harmless, and quite accepted by the inhabitants of the movie. The antique photographer was laughing with me that when he wanted to untie the little girl the boy wanted to shoot him too, but his spider gun was out of water! I was using situational clues to stay socially relevant in their environment. Like I was not mentioned in the news and humbly laughed about it with their journalists. I was joking with their grown-ups and also commented Mrs. Lazouche on her nice and old style dress.
That tea time took quite a while and was like the best vacation ever!