I think it comes with working longer hours, that I dream more about work. I had this strange one right before I woke up this morning. I was dreaming that I was at work, except the office just looked like a small bedroom somewhere. We all had makeshift workspaces, and my boss was working in the corner on a little Fisher Price desk.
Suddenly, this woman comes barging into the room, and it's obvious that she's a customer of ours. The weird part, of course, is that in reality we are a mail order business, and for the most part, only deal with customers over the phone. Anyway....she came in and said "do you have any P240's in stock?". I told her we were sold out, but that I would call her if we got more in. I asked for her phone number, and she said it was "610-354-gibberish gibberish...etc. So, I got closer to her and asked her at least two more times, but I could not make out what she was saying for the last four numbers.
Finally, I was almost up in her face, asking again, "what is your phone number????". With that, she gets this maniacal look on her face, reaches her hands out and locks them around my throat and begins strangling me.
With that, I woke up. Yeesh!!! Work can sometimes be bad, but I'm glad it's never been like my dream.
Showing posts with label Dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dreams. Show all posts
Monday, September 14, 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Not so Dreamy
I had the strangest dream last night. Actually, I very often have strange dreams, but this one was especially so. The beginning of the dream I found myself in water, and I was sinking down, and taking in mouthfuls of salt water.
Then, all of a sudden it shifted to this very weird prison setting. The place was on a mountain, and there was this almost vertical conveyor belt that was transporting the prisoners in individual little vehicles. After they reached the top of the mountain, the conveyor belt continued to the entrance of a prison, and all along the route there were guards with guns. It was dark, and strobe lights were panning the area.
Ed and I were going to the prison to visit this woman who had murdered her husband. I have no idea why we were visiting her. So, we get escorted to this basement area, and there she is. She looked like a nutcase and only had about five teeth. All of a sudden she lunged at both of us like she was about to attack us, and a guard had to step in and hold her back.
Next scene, Ed and I are on our way out of the prison, but it requires walking along these very narrow pathways high up the mountain, and I’m so afraid I’m going to fall….
Then, I woke up.
Then, all of a sudden it shifted to this very weird prison setting. The place was on a mountain, and there was this almost vertical conveyor belt that was transporting the prisoners in individual little vehicles. After they reached the top of the mountain, the conveyor belt continued to the entrance of a prison, and all along the route there were guards with guns. It was dark, and strobe lights were panning the area.
Ed and I were going to the prison to visit this woman who had murdered her husband. I have no idea why we were visiting her. So, we get escorted to this basement area, and there she is. She looked like a nutcase and only had about five teeth. All of a sudden she lunged at both of us like she was about to attack us, and a guard had to step in and hold her back.
Next scene, Ed and I are on our way out of the prison, but it requires walking along these very narrow pathways high up the mountain, and I’m so afraid I’m going to fall….
Then, I woke up.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Bad Dream
I have been having a series of dreams recently where I'm much younger in my dream, and I'm with my parents, sometimes my sisters, and they are all much younger, too. Last night, actually this morning, the dream I was having woke me up.
I was in a house, not a familiar house, and the only detail I noticed was that there was a big picture window in the room. I was there along with my mom and my dad. Outside, I could see rolling hills and there was heavy snow falling--blizzard conditions with the snow drifting and the wind howling. The three of us were sitting around just talking, and all of a sudden I felt the room start moving. It was almost like being on a boat riding over the snow covered hills. I started getting scared, and my dad said we'd be okay once it stopped, but it didn't stop. It started picking up speed, and as I watched the hills go by faster and faster out the window, I knew in my gut this was going to end badly.
I realized that the room had detached from the house itself and we were headed for the ocean. Somehow at the last minute, I was able to escape out a window, and my dad also ended up standing on the beach with me. My mother was nowhere to be found, and I was so worried because I knew she couldn't swim and she was so fearful of the water. My dad and I stood there for a while watching the house sink into the water, and then we headed up the beach to another house, where my dad handed me silverware to set a table with...WTF?
Suddenly, I heard a commotion coming from the beach, and a little boy was screaming that my mother stepped on his head getting out of the floating room. I ran down to the beach, and there was my mother, standing soaking wet, smiling.
Weird dream.
I was in a house, not a familiar house, and the only detail I noticed was that there was a big picture window in the room. I was there along with my mom and my dad. Outside, I could see rolling hills and there was heavy snow falling--blizzard conditions with the snow drifting and the wind howling. The three of us were sitting around just talking, and all of a sudden I felt the room start moving. It was almost like being on a boat riding over the snow covered hills. I started getting scared, and my dad said we'd be okay once it stopped, but it didn't stop. It started picking up speed, and as I watched the hills go by faster and faster out the window, I knew in my gut this was going to end badly.
I realized that the room had detached from the house itself and we were headed for the ocean. Somehow at the last minute, I was able to escape out a window, and my dad also ended up standing on the beach with me. My mother was nowhere to be found, and I was so worried because I knew she couldn't swim and she was so fearful of the water. My dad and I stood there for a while watching the house sink into the water, and then we headed up the beach to another house, where my dad handed me silverware to set a table with...WTF?
Suddenly, I heard a commotion coming from the beach, and a little boy was screaming that my mother stepped on his head getting out of the floating room. I ran down to the beach, and there was my mother, standing soaking wet, smiling.
Weird dream.
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