The office at work had moved to a small and cramped space where both upstairs and downstairs were on the one level. I had enough space for half a monitor due to the encroachment of somebody else into my space. I was very stroppy about this and complained to the office manager. She said we could rearrange the desk for more room. After this, things were slightly improved, though we had to use really old equipment that was not in poor condition and not OHS compliant.
I was at work, a conference or a mixer and I was bemoaning how work is not a challenge. My current role requires little to no education and was supposed to ensure I kept earning money while I looked for a real job. Someone there either took pity on me or saw my worth/potential and gave me a part time role. What this was, or where it was is unknown – even in the dream I’m quite sure I had no idea.
Hmm, it appeared I put this is my dream diary and also logged it in my other diary. Therefore, here’s the half asleep version…
I dreamed I was at work. Initially I was trying to find the address of a customer. I’d got it from a short story on time travel. The address was correct.
I decided to recon the place by bicycle. That started in the city then wound up in grass along a train line.
Next I was not allowed to leave until I had dealt with to nuisance cases.
I dreamed I was at work. This felt like the full eight hours and was similar to a long dream I has about primary school back when I was about 11 or 12. Dreams like this are the closet I ever come to night mares. Not scary, just oh so boring
I was bored senseless (just like IRL). Initially I was trying to find the address of a customer as I’d booked an on site consultation with them. I’d got it from a short story on time travel. The address was incorrect (obviously). I was trying to find them in a suburb 30 kilometres from where they were located (which was really about 600m from work).
I decided to recon their address by bicycle. This started in the city and soon I found myself riding an undulating route on grass that appeared to be next to the rail trail near the ex drive in site at Moe. Riding on the grass was difficult and I was able to create some dirt single track to make things easier (not a lucid dream though). Something about rising past a gold club as well.
Next I was not allowed to leave work until I had dealt with two nonsense cases at work. It was 15 minutes past my knock off time. I elected to send some emails asking for clarification and more information.
A brush tail possum, first mistaken for a kangaroo was dead in the gutter. I got the feeling it has been dumped there recently.
I was explaining the procedure for processing cytotoxic environmental monitoring samples within a class II biohazard cabinet. Double gloving with lycra (sorry latex) gloves on the outside and the bluish gloves on the insides…what are they called?? That’s it, nitrile.
My manager was asking about how long I’d been there and I said about a year. He asked how come I’d never explained this procedure.
During the dream this was perplexing. It turns out we has never had cause to process cytotoxic samples previously. What we made in our facility was oral and topical, non toxic drugs.
I think there was a theme here where I wanted to be as good a microbiology team leader as my (ex) colleagues from other lab based roles.
I was at a work function set on a hill in a country with monkeys. I was doing the rounds and seemed to be chatting to some old friends I have not seen much of in 10 plus years. My current work’s boss showed up and did the rounds and people were treating him like a super star. I got bored and started flying and circling the function.
My control was better than recent recollections of flying. At one point I got close to a big tree and had a small money jump on my. It has sharp claws. There also seemed to be an initiation for a concert hanging from one of the branches. I did not collect it.
Later, I was talking to someone and recollecting this. I then went looking for the invite, but it was nowhere to be found.
I was not concerned that people could see me flying.
I was sitting in the canteen of an old workplace <redacted>. I think I was working on my cycle training plans and looking at my heart rates zones on a scrap of paper. There was a grid. Most of the boxes were green end of line. The paper appeared worn.
Behind me he was a doctor. He was examining a duplicate of my paper scrap. Something on paper ” stopped working” as far as I can figure as supposedly I had a heart attack.
The Dr. was going to call it. I was next to him pounding on the paper and getting at him to try to revive me.
After a couple of minutes, he glanced behind him at the clock to note the time of death.
This was irritating as I clearly was alive. I started going through my current work drawer wondering how/who would get all my stuff. Woke up unsettled.
My poor eyesight was fixed by orthotics. The orthotics were padlock slide bolts. Very large ones complete with the metal bit that would attach to a fence. Reportedly, “there is nothing wrong with your eyesight. You are just seeing everything 8 pixels larger than normal. This leads to some fuzziness.”
The CEO of my company had been driving on a farm and was killed by a freight train. He seems to have driven across the train’s path. There was speculation regarding whether or not the company’s base of operations would move out of Russia.
Went to Peru to reproduce an attack on a computer system. Scary driving. Lots of running on foot as late. Weird geography. Guy from Germany writing malicious code. Stayed in secure place as “last time!”. Playing a board game.
A five minute scene. <redacted> was back in town and we fucked. It was enjoyable but nothing to write home about. We only did missionary. She could not kiss well.
Living in (recent) dream house. <redacted> lived in the back room. I had the front. There was a party. Next thing, <redacted> was living in the back room.
Something about stairs or an escalator in a 10? story building. Poor lighting – she was naked and skinny with a dark landing strip.
Signing off on data in the <redacted> lab. Referencing a SOP saying make sure follow it as a WFI sample was in alert.