I had an odd one last night. Before bed, I was told that there’s a potential office swapping that’s going to happen here at work. I guess that got my mind running on the office, and related topics…
I went into the ‘Burg, and headed for my desk. It wasn’t there. My desk was missing, though most of the stuff on my desk was sitting on the floor in a heap. I was enraged, and immediately went in to the GM, and told him he was slimy. I used the word “slimy” repeatedly, actually. Then, I was standing in the production room. I didn’t move there, I was just *poof* there, as often happens in dreams. I was talking to one of the DJ’s. Then we were in the booth, still talking uninterrupted. I was saying something, and she asked me if I was attracted to her. I asked her why she asked, and we both sort of sat there in confused silence, though it wasn’t awkward. Then I woke up.
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