tiresome dreams

I’m at work but the only thing familiar about it is that Betty is still my manager. It’s night time. I was out sick during the day and have to work all night to make up for being out. We’re part of some marketing campaign and i have no idea what i’m supposed to be doing. As usual, Betty has complete and unwavering faith in my abilities even when i don’t and she’s all peppy and throwing out ideas. I realize i can’t even pretend to make an effort anymore and decide to leave. This building we’re in is very confusing. I walk out a door and can’t find my car anywhere. There are people in the parking lot, only shadows. They’ll kill me if they see me. I go back into the building, realizing i’m trapped until Betty wants to leave because i’m parked where she’s parked and i’ll never be able to figure out how to get back to that side of the building from the inside. I only remember an upward staircase through a reception area. When i get back to my office, Betty is in there doing some kind of craft with paper cutouts and glue. She shows me that she’s got a big paper grocery bag (the kind with handles) that’s full of supplies. I tell her that i really need to get to my car so i can go home and sleep because i’m going to need to get up early to go to work even after working all night. She didn’t realize how late it was and is worried that Bill will be mad at her for being so late. We go back to the staircase and reception area just like i remembered, but then we had to cut through somebody’s private office and make our way through the darkness until we get to the double glass doors of the “formal” entrance. I’m relieved because i can see my car. Betty and i part and now i’m driving along an unfamiliar road. I’m in ?Saint Louis and i’m lost. The road is a two-lane country road and it’s all dark. I come to the outskirts of some little town and see a fast food restaurant (KFC?) that looks open. I decide to stop there and try to call somebody to help me.

I’m asleep in my room. I think it’s the house in Wappinger’s Falls. There’s a window behind my head, and there’s a window on the wall to my right. I look to the bed on the right wall and see myself asleep in that bed. It occurs to me that since it’s myself in the other bed it would be safe to make out with myself but when i move over to that bed and start to go down on myself, i realize i can’t do it and my other self turns into the sabretooth. I'm disgusted with myself for thinking about making out with 'me' and go back to the other bed fall asleep.

When Strawberry Fields came i tried to get up and realized i still didn't feel well. Another day out of work. I hope i don't dream tonight and wake up feeling good tomorrow. There were other dreams but i don't remember enough to bring back the memories of them. Cars. Driving. Being lost. Same ol' same old.