The Economy Got Them, Too

I don’t know if I still worked for them or whether I was there for some other reason. I think I still worked for them, but it didn’t feel like it. In any case, it was John at DS, going out of business. And I couldn’t be happier.

Towards the end of the dream, it was evening, around 7:30pm, according to my watch. I was in what looked like an apartment, or small office. Ther was no electricity, but surprisingly the sun hadn’t set. “It’s kind of late for the sun to be up this high,” I thought. “Maybe the Earth is standing still.” It was windy, and that would have explained all the wind. Maybe the Earth used that to kickstart its rotation.

I was trying to light the apartment by way of mirrors, so I had some girls who where ther with me gather a few in order to reflect the right from the outside in. One of the girl suggested solver gift bows, which floated, but I didn’t think it was a great idea.

Looking around the apartment, I found what I had sought: a notebook containing notes on DevShed’s situation. It was bad: Rich had taken a paycut, and the company was in dire straights. I laughed to myself. At the same time, I was scared because I was about to be fired. “Maybe,” I thought, “I should just quit. But then I won’t get unemployment. Oh, but it would be so much better to just walk in tell him I quit whenever he needed something, and leave.

The dream gets a bit mixed up in these parts. Maybe I’m having memories or some other kind of flash back, but at the same time I’m talking to Cindy–who appeare there–about quitting, I also see John and Rich arguing over money owed. I look at the black book and see plans to ban GMail in the office, as well as video. (All of these are indicative of not DS, but my company now in real life. I’ve been worried about the company, and woke up thinking I need to have that updated resume.) I laugh because I’m working from home and they can’t stop me, but maybe they can block my unemployment check if they find out I haven’t been working but instead browsing sites.

Like always, it was busy at DS, but the content had come down because just about everyone had been let go, including myself, I guess. Of course, I couldn’t help but be happy that DS was failing.

Why I dream of DS, I don’t know. Maybe for the same reason I dreamt about my current company during the vacation, about them failing and me trying to finish the FMS manual so quickly. That’s maybe why I’ve been having my panic attacks. Again with the money, which seems to be at the root of all my panic.