Crazy Dream

So I've having some pretty vivid anxiety dreams lately. Two nights ago I was dreaming about my job...or lack there of in this case...I had been laid off and my assistant was given my job as supervisor. Actually a whole bunch of us...about 8...were all let go at the same time which is unheard off in my company. We were all stunned and wandered off like little beaten puppies. At somepoint I'm freaking out about how I'm going to pay for school and how much more in student loans do I need yadda yadda...then I come across my fellow excoworkers sitting in a basement beatnik coffee shop trying to divine what happened. I got the short straw and was told to go back to the office and while cleaning out my desk try to find out what happened. Somehow I had a private office on the second floor, which I don't in real life btw, and while I was collecting my memories people kept telling me that I needed to stand up and get my job back. Apparently, we were all canned for being slackers and there was not enough work to go around. I needed to prove to my bosses that I was really working for the company and not just sitting around blogging on the computer...gee I wonder where that dream came from...huh...

Last night, I was in this big city and there was some kind of impending doom like a massive tornado or quake or giant robomonster or something that was getting closer to town. Joe and I were looking for a way out of the city when we realized that it was too late and we started looking for a place to ride out the danger. He stops at this crazy building that looked like the cross between a Barnes and Nobles and a medieval dungeon...my brain go figure...we go up the brick stair case to this nice retro upperclass 60's space age living room with a full bar. As I was looking for food rations, Joe looks up and points out the really large bay window in front of us and we see this huge line of tornados and a complimentary black sky of doom. For those of you just tuning in, glass windows plus high winds equals bad. We grab what we can and run for the basement which is much less dank than the upstairs. We find ourselves at the alley between buildings and there stands a huge demon looking thing pointing and laughing at all the foolish mortals who were scurrying around trying to avoid being squit by the other big bad. I think thats when I woke up and looked around the bedroom and felt like someone had been staring at my ass as it was not under the safety of the covers.

yep...I'm still certifiable...