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big-dream night, return-to-work edition
Feb. 28th, 2026 09:18 amI've had dreams about sneaking back into Job #1 to do exception table work. This is the first time I had a dream about going back to Job #2, though I didn't have a PC set up yet and nobody seemed to care. it was Tuesday. Eventually the VP showed up and asked why I was in the wrong office; he'd moved out of the corner office and it was all clean. I went in there and there was a lot of furniture but still no PC.
Then I got a text from Larry, revealing he didn't really die eight years ago, complete with a photo, and he said he'd be stopping by that evening. For some reason I didn't think of our common friend, who knew him almost as long as I did, and transitioned last year. Instead I thought of a different friend, who faked his own suicide in 1999, and it took me another 17 years to realize that he was too much of a jerk to be friends with.
After that was some tourism dreams, where I got lost in the city. I stumbled upon a Phoenix landmark that I remembered from a previous dream, a big restaurant with a view of a lake, I spent a lot of time wishing I could remember the name or location of it so that I could tell people where I'd been.
I walked around downtown. I found some scaffolding around a path with a big marquee that said "DISNEY" on it in all caps, and I thought it might be a transit stop that went to Disneyland or something. but I looked inside and it was just some second-rate playground equipment set up in a warehouse. I left, laughing as if I'd gotten a joke.
then I awoke and found out the US was suddenly at war. waking up sucks.
Then I got a text from Larry, revealing he didn't really die eight years ago, complete with a photo, and he said he'd be stopping by that evening. For some reason I didn't think of our common friend, who knew him almost as long as I did, and transitioned last year. Instead I thought of a different friend, who faked his own suicide in 1999, and it took me another 17 years to realize that he was too much of a jerk to be friends with.
After that was some tourism dreams, where I got lost in the city. I stumbled upon a Phoenix landmark that I remembered from a previous dream, a big restaurant with a view of a lake, I spent a lot of time wishing I could remember the name or location of it so that I could tell people where I'd been.
I walked around downtown. I found some scaffolding around a path with a big marquee that said "DISNEY" on it in all caps, and I thought it might be a transit stop that went to Disneyland or something. but I looked inside and it was just some second-rate playground equipment set up in a warehouse. I left, laughing as if I'd gotten a joke.
then I awoke and found out the US was suddenly at war. waking up sucks.
