Posted on Sunday, 19th October 2008 by Maritzia
I had the wierdest dream last night.
I was at my grandparents old house (I often have dreams about being out there), and my old boss, Dave Smith, was there. He had business people coming and going for meetings in the kitchen.
At first I was embarassed because I wasn’t dressed (I was just in t-shirt and panties), but then I thought, “What the hell, this is my house, I can dress however the *expletive deleted* I want”. And then I was comfortable. I just moved around them and what they were doing, trying to stay out of the way but provide whatever help was needed (much as I did as his executive assistant).
Finally, he called me into the kitchen, and he told me there had been a very serious incident and things were going to be very bad. “You know how much everyone loved Douglas Southerland” (I have no idea who Douglas Southerland might be). Then he handed me a folded up piece of paper and told me it would take care of me. My thought at the time was that it was a piece of blackmail I could use against the higher ups if they tried to fire me.
I knew I wouldn’t be seeing Dave again, but there was no emotion involved there. He left, and I went into the Den with Mark (the husband unit), and we unfolded the paper. Inside was a check for $286,486. Why such an odd amount, I have no idea. Mark and I were just flabbergasted.
There were other little tidbits in the dream after that, but nothing important.
It was a really odd dream, and I can’t seem to grasp a meaning to it. Anyone have any ideas?
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