three days' worth

Three nights ago:

I had a job interview with my current company. It was a job in upper management. I dressed for the interview very carefully, knowing how important it was. I got to the office, which was a separate office for the higher ups, full of glass and shiny metal, and lots of curves. I was greeted by a lady that works with me, and she told me she would be leading the interview. Both she and her coworker seemed calm and relaxed, and it just made me want to work there more. It seemed so low stress. I went into the interview area and sat across from the two women. They were sitting on a built in couch, that was long and curved, and I sat on a brown leather ottoman. When the interview was about to stop, the big boss came in. I thought he was just going to say hi, but after the introductions, he sat between the two women. He was with the woman I thought would be interviewing me, and he just hijacked it. He also sat between the two like he was Huggy Bear. He asked me some hard questions, but I managed to answer. Not good answers, but answers.

He didn’t want to hire me, but his women intervened on my behalf so I got the job. I was ecstatic. I went back home, which was a cute little English cabin covered in ivy. The next morning, I heard on the radio that a huge snow storm was coming, but it was my first day at corporate. I was trying to figure out if I needed to call in to my old job or the new job, or if it would be really horrible to call in on the first day. I called my coworker, and she told me she was staying home too. I had to go the grocery store so I could get food for the kids before we got snowed in.

Somehow, Shakespeare or the Olympics was involved. Maybe both.

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Dream from two nights ago. I finally slept for a while, so less dreams to report. Ironic, huh?

I was at dinner with some old classmates. It was a restaurant in an older hotel, that looked rough, kind of like a cabin. I got up to go to the restaurant, and while I was gone, everyone got ready to go, and someone paid my bill. When I got back to the front of the restaurant, I found out someone paid my bill, and then someone started giving me a hard time about how I always ducked out so someone would pay my bill.

We left the restaurant, and we were looking to get to a friend’s house. It had been a long time, but it seemed that I was either driving or the person giving directions. We found our friend’s house, where a party was in full swing. It was a big house, about 50 years old, with the big siding that older houses tend to have. There were different things to do in each of the sections of the house. I had settled down to watch a movie in the living room with my friends. I was sitting on this wood floor, and put my hand down into something wet and warm, which turned out to be something from the inside of an animal. A pack of wild dogs streamed through the house, dropping bits of some animal as they went. I jumped up and ran out of the house, blood on my hands.

They got the dogs out, no one else really had a problem with them. I wasn’t quite ready to go back into the house. I went into a casino portion of the house, where I discovered my mother, on a date with a gambler and completely wasted. I left her in the care of a friend and went to find her date, to make him come take care of her. I went into the card gambler room and started calling his name, and got dirty looks from all the serious gamblers in their cowboy hats and bolero ties (and aviator glasses). I couldn’t yell for him anymore, and I couldn’t pick him out of the crowd of near identical gamblers.

I went back outside, where a bunch of old friends were milling around and talking. I was standing with two guys talking when my first boyfriend stood next to me, and we started to catch up. He looked much the same as when we were kids, but was taller. He was married, had brought his wife. I was disappointed. I was circulating, talking to different people, when he came back to me and said that he and his wife were swingers, and he had permission to offer me a place in their bed tonight. He was very bashful about the offer, as if he wasn’t sure how I’d take it. I enthusiastically informed him that I was down, as a bi girl who loved to share. I told him that his wife must be really cool. He took me to meet her, and she was a tall, dark haired woman. At first, she was attractive to me, but the more I talked to her, the more she appeared to be an older soccer mom type who wasn’t very interesting. I wasn’t looking forward to having her in bed.

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Work dream from last night:

I was at work, a huge warehouse-looking place with very high ceilings, and cubicles in diagonal rows. This person told me I had messed up on some documents, so we were looking through the file (about four of us) to correct the error. It turned out it was a simple fix, some documents just needed to be mailed, but everyone was treating it like it was super complicated. Then it turned out that we had received the docs, and we were trying to find them. Three guys with a forklift decided they had seen the docs in a locker at the bowling alley. The locker had a big nine on it. When we got to the lockers at the bowling alley, there were ten sets of lockers, each set with a #9. I thought it was the last one, and I was feeling a lot of pressure to be right. It wasn’t there, and we had to go through them all. I was hurrying to find the docs, but the work crew had planted themselves in front of a big screen. They told me that they liked sitting there, and had no plans to hurry. So I sat down with them.

I was getting home from work, and my older sister rolled into the driveway in a older bright pink MG. She was selling some product, and I had bought some, and she was delivering it (from Virginia). She got out of the car, and was wearing a hot pink fleece pullover, and was commenting on how awesome the shirt was. We went into the house, and it looked like the place had been tossed. I went around, checking to see if anything had been taken, but I remember thinking the joke was on them, since I don’t have any valuables. I had taken the one valuable thing out the day before. More of my family members showed up: my mom and her husband, the kids. They were ready to go on some trip, and I was being rushed. I went around trying to make sure all the doors and windows were locked, since this was my dad’s house now, and I knew he’d be upset about the break-in. None of my stuff was stolen, but his might be. He had a coffee can full of cash somewhere that I knew he’d be concerned about.

I went to the sliding back door, and it was slightly open. I kept trying to shut the door, and the latch wouldn’t catch. I couldn’t lock it. The more I tried to shut it, the more impossible it was to make it shut. The gap was about 2 inches wide, and I realized that the door had been locked, but someone had pried it open with a crowbar. I was relieved that it wasn’t my fault that someone got in.

It seems that by this time, I had gotten a call from an old grad school friend, and I was trying to talk to him while all this was going on. Or we were texting or something. I can’t remember what the conversation was about. I really wish I could, though, because he’s hot.