the curse of the recurring dream
Night after night lately, I'm back at my old job at Better Communications, the business writing training company (where I worked from 95-97 full time and then part time during my M.A. from 98-99) and I haven't gotten paid for all of the work I'd done during the month of June. I keep calling and I keep trying to point it out, but they just keep telling me they're looking into it.
In last night's dream, I'm trying to find my way from Paint a Plate, the pottery studio where I also worked while getting my M.A., to Better Communications. And I learn along the way that one of the owners of Paint a Plate has this lakeside home where I can stay for a few days if I want. Things happen, time goes by, and then I realize that I'm going to be late for teaching my writing workshop. So I rush back onto Route 2, only to get there to find that I'm not teaching a writing workshop but a BIBLE WORKSHOP. I quit immediately.
How about a Bible writing workshop? Now that'd be good.
posted by aerobil @ 4:22 PM
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I have recurring dreams that I'm working at the library, where I spent 7 years. That's a lot. I'm not doing my job right, and I can't figure out how to use the computers, and everybody's mad at me.
I don't think that means anything, do you?
Oh no, not at all. No insecurities there. Not at all.
I had two dreams the other night that involved a colleague of mine, a bad-tempered fellow in real life, who was walking around my parents' house with no pants on. What does it mean, O Oracle?
you LOVE him and want him to be more open with you.
*shiver*
(a.f.p.o.d.)
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