I dreamt last night that I went to the office to pick up some of my things. Victor was with me and walked into the office, which he's never done before, and only did this time because I had sworn up and down that it would only be Lauren. Boy was I surprised. The office was boasting people of all genders and nationalities. I don't know who any of these people were, or where exactly my subconscious picked them up from, except for one, who was a palestinian boy from elementary school that had a disability. And he was the one sitting at by desk.
Then bosslady appears in my dream, just as I'm shuffling aimlessly about and stalling, and she says, "We don't have any work yet." I'm giving her a, 'you've got to be kidding me look,' since there are about 20 people that are typing away furiously on their computers and one that is banging away on my yes, my computer.
You know that feeling you get in your dreams when you're right about to cry? It's very similar to real life. So I get that feeling and all I want to do is get out of there before Bosslady sees me in tears. Apparently, I'm even prideful in my dreams.
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