Dreamweaver

Dreams are strange. But cool, sometimes too.

Last night I had a dream that I got fired. And, not only did I get fired...it was a super, duper bad experience. I went balistic! I had A COW. Connie, the Cow. My evil previous boss was involved. They made me pack my things. They escorted me out. And, I was going OFF. Yelling, cursing, and the likes.

Maybe these recent layoffs have been bothering me more than I care to admit. Or, maybe it was just some random dream.

But why, oh, why did my boss (whom I rarely see, mind you) pay me a visit this morning, and say, "Got a minute?" Scared the living you-know-what out of me. The ONLY visit he's ever made to SEE ONLY ME.

But it turned out okay. It was, in fact, a positive visit.

But, man....