OK, I had a doozy last night, and if I'm going to share it with anyone, I guess this is the place to be...
I dreamed that Marsha (in the dream she didn't look anything like the real Marsha) hired me to work for the SKMB. She made it clear upfront that she was my boss, not SK, and that no part of my job would ever put me in direct contact with SK. She wasn't rude about it, she just didn't want me to think I'd be working with him. There were about 10 employees, and we worked in a large, old, spooky-looking house. Some of us (myself included) lived in a different part of the house, and just walked across a courtyard to the part of the house where the office was located. Anyway, one morning I decided to run to the office before showering or brushing my teeth, to do some task, and then return to my room to shower. So you know where I'm going with this, right? I walked toward my office and there, leaning on a counter just outside of my office, was Stephen King. I panicked, and was about to turn on my heel and run back to my room, but he said, "Good morning! We haven't met yet!" I shook his hand and didn't speak (I didn't brush my teeth!), and wouldn't make eye contact. I thought I'd just get through the awkward chat and run back to my room, but then Marsha appeared and made introductions, and I wouldn't look at her either. She then informed me that the three of us were going to take a walking tour of the property ("to show you around the place and give you a little bit of the history," said Stephen), and then get in the car and drive around Bangor for more of the same. Crap! I said, "I'll be right back, I'm going to run to the Ladies room and then I'll meet you right back here," thinking I could at least put some soap on a paper towel and brush my teeth with it, brush my hair, throw on some lipstick, etc., before the tour. But I ran into the bathroom and there was no mirror and no sink, not even a toilet, just a drain hole in the middle of the floor. I woke up all stressed out. What's up with that?
I dreamed that Marsha (in the dream she didn't look anything like the real Marsha) hired me to work for the SKMB. She made it clear upfront that she was my boss, not SK, and that no part of my job would ever put me in direct contact with SK. She wasn't rude about it, she just didn't want me to think I'd be working with him. There were about 10 employees, and we worked in a large, old, spooky-looking house. Some of us (myself included) lived in a different part of the house, and just walked across a courtyard to the part of the house where the office was located. Anyway, one morning I decided to run to the office before showering or brushing my teeth, to do some task, and then return to my room to shower. So you know where I'm going with this, right? I walked toward my office and there, leaning on a counter just outside of my office, was Stephen King. I panicked, and was about to turn on my heel and run back to my room, but he said, "Good morning! We haven't met yet!" I shook his hand and didn't speak (I didn't brush my teeth!), and wouldn't make eye contact. I thought I'd just get through the awkward chat and run back to my room, but then Marsha appeared and made introductions, and I wouldn't look at her either. She then informed me that the three of us were going to take a walking tour of the property ("to show you around the place and give you a little bit of the history," said Stephen), and then get in the car and drive around Bangor for more of the same. Crap! I said, "I'll be right back, I'm going to run to the Ladies room and then I'll meet you right back here," thinking I could at least put some soap on a paper towel and brush my teeth with it, brush my hair, throw on some lipstick, etc., before the tour. But I ran into the bathroom and there was no mirror and no sink, not even a toilet, just a drain hole in the middle of the floor. I woke up all stressed out. What's up with that?