A mundane day at work. Outbound and inbound calls shilling my particular product. As the day wound down the sky became darker and I was pulled aside by a superior. Apparently there had been a mistake with one of my clients and it appears the fault lay with me. Relatively small but the superiors were trying to impress upon me that one must be particularly cognizant of these mistakes and avoid them because it costs money. The company's money.
That's when I forced myself awake and found solace it was just a nascent nightmare.
I lay there for what felt like an hour but was most likely only twenty minutes. Heck I even contemplated performing some of the accupressure rites which my therapist initiated me into during my earlier sessions.
Still I was much too tired, even though I hit the hay at 8 p.m. MDT, to begin counting and tapping various parts of my body. Note I wrote 'tapping' not 'fapping'.
Soon I found myself wandering the streets near my employer. The local hospital was much closer to my employer and I was on foot. Rain was falling forcing me to find cover in one of the facility's walkways. Eventually the precipitation became colder until sleet turned into snow coating the streets with slick white stuff. On the bright side I was able to slide around on my butt. Fortunate thing about dreams is that cold weather doesn't feel as cold as real life snow. Anxiety began to well up in me again with the realization that I was irrevocably late to work and about to incur and 'occurence' which is their euphemism for being absent without leave or inexcusably delayed from employment.
Now I started to see my co-workers in the shadows on the sidewalk. My team lead was driving his big car forged by a now-dead American corporation up and down the street like a policeman. On the bright side I wasn't as anxious with this scenario as I was with the former situation but still I kept bobbing to the surface of consciousness then slipping underneath the sleeping tension grasping only tenuous threads of dreams-yet-to-come.
Shit, I wish I could have dreams that didn't involve work.
It's true. Good riddance to them. Especially Sourpuss.