Thanks, this is the best place for my post. I didn't mean to make a big deal out of it, if it was.
arugula2 wrote:The_Piper wrote:Post #33 about my dream belongs in the rant thread, not this one.
All I know about Brother West is him calling everyone brother.
No! This is perfect. Dreams belong wherever
they want, not you.
(I wanted to comment yesterday, but I've had to work nonstop & barely any sleep.) The two superb details in your dream that conjured up the feeling of dreaming were the not-knowing-how to do something you're expected to know, and the mistaking Bernie for a coworker.
For some reason, the detail that's puzzling me is how you knew you'd "only been gone a few days". Is it a vivid thought that popped into your head during the dream? Is it something you saw, like a calendar, or an arrangement of objects that you can assign to a specific time period? Is it a thought that creeped into your mind as you were waking up, i.e. your waking mind filling in that detail?
Weird question, I know. But that's the part that nags me.
Added: (for thread relevance)
"They cover every twitter"
Stay clueless, Brother Cornel.
My boss had mentioned that I hadn't been in since last week. Even though I was dreaming, that still didn't sound quite right to me, I knew that something was off about it. I didn't want to question it because I had the feeling I'd get in trouble. For not coming in since the Bush administration, I guess.
I miss that supervisor. He was simultaneously strict, but pleasant. Most importantly, I felt like he had our backs, so to speak, so in that respect he was a good one. I have some stories to tell about him. I'll just do one here, a funny one. I had a customer who was having a lot of stress early in the morning. I was being my usual courteous self but she snapped at me which for some reason made me take offense. I became wooden in my speech from that point. She didn't like that, she was literally shaking and had veins in her head becoming visible. I honestly felt bad for her, and still do, but I couldn't ignore the rudeness. She then threw her packages at me and yelled to see the supervisor.
He told me to go out back to have a word, and finished up the transaction. When he came back to talk to me his first word was HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH! at the top of his lungs. Then he started to tell me to ignore attitudes like that and just ...HAHAHAHAAHAHAH!! again.
He couldn't even finish a sentence without belly laughing. That's when I became sure that he was a good person to work for.
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Dreams are so cool.
