Last night, In the REAL i woke up and the sky was very bright and i wondered if it’s almost time to get up but purposely didn’t check the clock because if it was i didn’t want to know. Then i dreamed the following:
I wake up and check the clock. It’s noon. At first i think it’s Sunday but then it occurs to me that even though i thought i set my alarm, it apparently didn’t go off. I jump out of bed and wonder if i should call to say i’d be late or just hurry up and get there hoping nobody had noticed my absence. I elected the latter. I was washing my face in a sink next to the kitchen. My mom is in the kitchen and gives me a “what are YOU doing here?” kind of look. I run back down the stairs (this is my VA house) and get my bike and work stuff. All the time i’m still debating on whether or not i should call Tammy but also justifying that i had work with me so i could say i was working from home. Next scene i’m riding my bicycle along a back road that approaches the office building from the back. It looks like a hospital building. It’s very rough and wild back here and i’m not sure i’m going the right way but then i see a small dirt track. It’s too steep for me to ride so i leave my bike and start walking down. About half-way down i can see a huge mound of mulch or winter-dead kudzu and there’re several DOT men shoveling more stuff on to the big pile. The path will take my right into the midst of them and i don’t want to go that way now because i don’t want to have to interact with them or be seen. I turn around and walk back up to where i left my bike and see there are some kids at the top now and the last bit i have to climb is much too steep. I can’t get back up over the ridge. There’s a boy playing on monkey bars next to where my bike is that puts out his hand to me and tells me to grab on and he’ll help me. He tells me not to grab the monkey bars just as i grab for them. My hands are covered with some really sticky substance. Honey? Tar? He assures me that it’s not dangerous but just messy and grabs my hands to pull me up over the edge of the ridge. There’s a girl that is going down the hill the way i’d been going. I thank the kid and ride my bike out to the road. I can see an access road nearby (reminds me of that little bit of Blue Ridge Road where it comes out on Glenwood) and i think i can get there from where i am without too much trouble and just get to work that way but as i’m riding i realize i’m in some little downtown area and i’m going the wrong way completely so i decide to just not go to work and go back home.
Not much before Strawberry Fields called, i was dreaming again that i was late for work. This time i’m with three other ladies and we’re having lunch. Can’t see who they are now, but they’re not co-workers in real life, just women i know. Friends maybe. I tell them how i missed coming into work that morning but would show up with them and maybe nobody would notice i’d been missing. They all laugh and agree that would work. When we get to the office we’re called in to the ?manager’s office by the assistant. There are stacks of quarters lined up on the lobby desk and the assistant says that they know that something is amiss and they think i’ve been working more hours than i’ve been reporting based on the number of quarters i’ve used in the vending machines. I’m confused and a little nervous but decide to wait and see what the manager has to say before i make a statement. My and the other ladies are laughing and chatting while we wait when the assistant announces to the manager “Lesley is here and she’s drunk” I get up to meet with the manager and i’m pissed because the assistant doesn’t know me and is making an assumption that i’m drunk when i haven’t been drinking. I storm back into the office and there’s a man i don’t know there and the assistant. The assistant is a black girl and i don’t know her either. The detective man asks me about the quarters and i point out that the way the assistant has them laid out is misleading. Rather than looking at them as individual quarters, they should be arranged in fours for the coke machine. If they are arranged that way, i’ve only bought four soft-drinks and that’s not really very many. The assistant jumps into a fenced in area (pig sty?) and begins bringing up other “facts” to prove i’m guilty but by now it’s obvious that she’s after my job and has made up everything. I leave the office and join my friends on the elevator going up to our office. Strawberry Fields started playing in the Real so i hit snooze.
I wanted to PUNCH that bitch when she said i was drunk! :o)
I wake up and check the clock. It’s noon. At first i think it’s Sunday but then it occurs to me that even though i thought i set my alarm, it apparently didn’t go off. I jump out of bed and wonder if i should call to say i’d be late or just hurry up and get there hoping nobody had noticed my absence. I elected the latter. I was washing my face in a sink next to the kitchen. My mom is in the kitchen and gives me a “what are YOU doing here?” kind of look. I run back down the stairs (this is my VA house) and get my bike and work stuff. All the time i’m still debating on whether or not i should call Tammy but also justifying that i had work with me so i could say i was working from home. Next scene i’m riding my bicycle along a back road that approaches the office building from the back. It looks like a hospital building. It’s very rough and wild back here and i’m not sure i’m going the right way but then i see a small dirt track. It’s too steep for me to ride so i leave my bike and start walking down. About half-way down i can see a huge mound of mulch or winter-dead kudzu and there’re several DOT men shoveling more stuff on to the big pile. The path will take my right into the midst of them and i don’t want to go that way now because i don’t want to have to interact with them or be seen. I turn around and walk back up to where i left my bike and see there are some kids at the top now and the last bit i have to climb is much too steep. I can’t get back up over the ridge. There’s a boy playing on monkey bars next to where my bike is that puts out his hand to me and tells me to grab on and he’ll help me. He tells me not to grab the monkey bars just as i grab for them. My hands are covered with some really sticky substance. Honey? Tar? He assures me that it’s not dangerous but just messy and grabs my hands to pull me up over the edge of the ridge. There’s a girl that is going down the hill the way i’d been going. I thank the kid and ride my bike out to the road. I can see an access road nearby (reminds me of that little bit of Blue Ridge Road where it comes out on Glenwood) and i think i can get there from where i am without too much trouble and just get to work that way but as i’m riding i realize i’m in some little downtown area and i’m going the wrong way completely so i decide to just not go to work and go back home.
Not much before Strawberry Fields called, i was dreaming again that i was late for work. This time i’m with three other ladies and we’re having lunch. Can’t see who they are now, but they’re not co-workers in real life, just women i know. Friends maybe. I tell them how i missed coming into work that morning but would show up with them and maybe nobody would notice i’d been missing. They all laugh and agree that would work. When we get to the office we’re called in to the ?manager’s office by the assistant. There are stacks of quarters lined up on the lobby desk and the assistant says that they know that something is amiss and they think i’ve been working more hours than i’ve been reporting based on the number of quarters i’ve used in the vending machines. I’m confused and a little nervous but decide to wait and see what the manager has to say before i make a statement. My and the other ladies are laughing and chatting while we wait when the assistant announces to the manager “Lesley is here and she’s drunk” I get up to meet with the manager and i’m pissed because the assistant doesn’t know me and is making an assumption that i’m drunk when i haven’t been drinking. I storm back into the office and there’s a man i don’t know there and the assistant. The assistant is a black girl and i don’t know her either. The detective man asks me about the quarters and i point out that the way the assistant has them laid out is misleading. Rather than looking at them as individual quarters, they should be arranged in fours for the coke machine. If they are arranged that way, i’ve only bought four soft-drinks and that’s not really very many. The assistant jumps into a fenced in area (pig sty?) and begins bringing up other “facts” to prove i’m guilty but by now it’s obvious that she’s after my job and has made up everything. I leave the office and join my friends on the elevator going up to our office. Strawberry Fields started playing in the Real so i hit snooze.
I wanted to PUNCH that bitch when she said i was drunk! :o)
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