A Strange Way to Secure Accountancy Business / Meeting up with an Ex

Out with Angela and her boss. Apparently I’d arranged to go out for dinner with A.

It seems A and her boss were drumming up business. The Boss got A to suck a client’s (small) cock to seal the deal. When I noticed this happening, A looked sheepish.

She was gagging even though the cock was small. Apparently she found the taste not to her liking (I read that from her mind). I also wanted it to be my cock she was going gobble on.

I got all high and mighty that her boss should be doing the sucking if he wanted the deal so much. He said he wasn’t a fag.

I took photos to report the activity to ‘Work Force’. I could not get the photo to take properly as foliage was in the way and on my camera phone, everyone was appearing far away. During this, the scene had changed from a room to a park bench under a bridge and I was taking photos from about 100m away. The three departed up some steps to cross the bridge. I followed, running past passing security guards with guns and day glo vests to catch up. I was thinking the guards did not give me a second thought as I ran past them as I was not grabbing their guns.

When I caught up, I informed the Boss that I’d report him to Work Force (in my head thinking and knowing I should be saying Work Cover). The Boss said it was not him sucking the cock and I could not prove anything. I lied saying I also had an audio showing coercion. He mentioned something about a 40 000 page paper we were discussing earlier.

We then went off to an Indian restaurant that A said looked high-end (it looked like a dive to me – more like a bad Chinese eatery). A Bain-marie was out the front and the scene was alternating between a hotel lobby and the outside. The client decided he was not going to eat with us. He was wearing a reddish coloured high school sports jacket. It seems my protestations had put him off.

I was also not going to eat there as I’d riled up A’s Boss and it might make things uncomfortable. A went into the restaurant to check with her Boss. He was amenable to us eating together.

At one point I asked A if she’d lost weight as her ample arse was no more.

In reality I could not give a crap about the dude’s business practices. It was the principle of the thing. My main concern was whether or not A had done this sort of thing while we were a couple.

Either this dream bothered me, the hot night or the light of my phone as I recorded this dream kept me awake for about 30mins after recording this.

It’s a Time Travel Dream, Biatch! Urrrrp.

I went shopping for a car and kept being directed to a silver 4 door Ferrari, but I was after a stainless steel Lamborghini as that would be able to be fitted with a. Flux capacitor nicely. When I got that back to my garage (which was more like a cell) there was a wall panel time machine already built. A mix of Doc Brown and Rick Sanchez sent themselves a minute into the future.

Discussions about how we could build a device with limited computing power and how the wall panel machine worked with regards to subject retrieval. Also a discussion on what would happen if subject reappeared where there was an object in the sample place- apparently a big nuclear sized explosion. I guess objects did not include atoms making up air.

Also to finalize the touch pad of the wall mount, the buttons were 3D printed. I slotted the final white clear/opaque 4 buttons into the rest of the pad.

Three pretty sketchy recollections

Dream summary.  3 of them…
Dream 1:
I was flying around during daylight, not caring that anyone could see me manifest this power.  Towards the end of the dream I was thinking I needed a lot of core strength to keep my body straight as I flew around.

Dream 2:
I was having lunch with an ex manager of an old workplace and hinting that I’d like to work for this current company.

Dream 3:
Hmm, details have evaporated in between writing up dream one and this one!