Do you dream a lot, and if you do are they pleasant or nightmares? Are they related to you or just processing the day's information? Mine is largely the latter.
So here is the one that woke me up and has me here:
I work at this big company that happens to have a very fancy restaurant somewhere in town. The people in my department are all people I went to high school with more than 25 years ago. (I hated high school)
Some reality TV show comes in and picks me as the next "Bachelor". My job is to basically contact one woman who I have never met, yet works at this big company I am at, but in another department I never heard of. My coworkers in my department urge me to do this since a reality tv crew is putting me on the spot. I don't want to do it, plus I am married. And the show wants me to go to this expensive restaurant with her, but I am broke.
The lady, I find out is five inches taller than me and more than 15 years younger than me and looks like Nicole Kidman. (oddly, I saw her movie "Bewitched" before I went to bed)
I try and back out and tell ABC or NBC, or whoever the network is that I don't want to do this stunt since I am married, and too short for the camera. They tell me this entire restaurant, which is very expensive, is going to open just for the two of us, me and this unknown tall lady, and I have to contact her.
I have to now contact her via phone and her extension is "44", but I can't dial those two numbers since I am all thumbs in my dream with no coordination. I am just able to eek out the extension "45", my real age, and I get a stupid voice mail for her department, which I never heard of anyway.
This leads me, with huge camera crew in tow, on a wild goose chase to find this person in this impossible huge skyscraper of a building to let her know I have to do this reality tv thing as the "Bachelor" and that we have to go on this date where the entire restaurant is open just for us. But the closer I get to contacting her, the more lost I get in this skyscraper, or set of skyscrapers my company I work for owns.
Now time is getting very short, I am broke, tired, married, and can't back out of being the "Bachelor" on a reality tv show because everybody's job is on the line to make this whole thing work. I don't want to do this anymore but I am obligated.
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bizarre? anyway, post your dreams
So here is the one that woke me up and has me here:
I work at this big company that happens to have a very fancy restaurant somewhere in town. The people in my department are all people I went to high school with more than 25 years ago. (I hated high school)
Some reality TV show comes in and picks me as the next "Bachelor". My job is to basically contact one woman who I have never met, yet works at this big company I am at, but in another department I never heard of. My coworkers in my department urge me to do this since a reality tv crew is putting me on the spot. I don't want to do it, plus I am married. And the show wants me to go to this expensive restaurant with her, but I am broke.
The lady, I find out is five inches taller than me and more than 15 years younger than me and looks like Nicole Kidman. (oddly, I saw her movie "Bewitched" before I went to bed)
I try and back out and tell ABC or NBC, or whoever the network is that I don't want to do this stunt since I am married, and too short for the camera. They tell me this entire restaurant, which is very expensive, is going to open just for the two of us, me and this unknown tall lady, and I have to contact her.
I have to now contact her via phone and her extension is "44", but I can't dial those two numbers since I am all thumbs in my dream with no coordination. I am just able to eek out the extension "45", my real age, and I get a stupid voice mail for her department, which I never heard of anyway.
This leads me, with huge camera crew in tow, on a wild goose chase to find this person in this impossible huge skyscraper of a building to let her know I have to do this reality tv thing as the "Bachelor" and that we have to go on this date where the entire restaurant is open just for us. But the closer I get to contacting her, the more lost I get in this skyscraper, or set of skyscrapers my company I work for owns.
Now time is getting very short, I am broke, tired, married, and can't back out of being the "Bachelor" on a reality tv show because everybody's job is on the line to make this whole thing work. I don't want to do this anymore but I am obligated.
...........
bizarre? anyway, post your dreams