Last night was a weird dream night. And then I got thinking. I started this blog with my dreams in mind. Apparently, just writing is getting a lot of things off my mind, because it doesn't seem like I'm having as many crazy dreams. This doesn't mean I don't dream every night. I do. Always a movie in my head. All I need is the popcorn and coke.
Let me preface where this dream is coming from. In November of 2001, 2 months after 9-11, the company I worked for, for over 23 years, fired me. I like to say fired, because even tho they said i was being "reduced in force", I know they were just getting rid of people that had worked there for a long time, and had big salaries. The old owner, sold out his business, and tried to tell us that things would be good, and that they had SO MANY BRANCHES, that we could go anywhere in the country if we wanted to. Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire. (and yes, I still hold a lot of anger). I am still in the same industry, and working for a much better company now, but I still get phone calls from the old owners son that doesn't work for the bought out company anymore, but went to a competitor. Yesterday was one of those days. And when he calls me by name when he asks to speak to the counter, I just want to puke. I don't hate many people, but I hate him and his family. They made off like bandits with millions of dollars, and I get fired. breathing, breathing. ok, on with the dream.
I was at my old place of hell, I mean work. But my desk was at a counter kind of like the above picture. It had a sink on it, and I was expected to get all the dishes done before I left for the night. In my dream, on the counter was also my computer, and all my work related items. The owners son came up to me, and started asking me if I was happy at my new job. (I know, then why the hell was I working at the old place, dreams are whack) I told him to go to hell, and I didn't want to ever talk to him or see him again. He said, well we will hire you back for a lot more money. I remember picking up my stuff and walking out of there.
Fast forward to a Paul McCartney concert. Now, I know that my subconscious brain is somehow thinking about the fact that he is coming to Salt Lake this summer for the first time ever. Not that I want to go see him, but I always thought he was hot. The thing about the dream, the concert wasn't at a stadium. It was in a church gym. Up on the stage. I had my youngest granddaughter with me. (she is 2-1/2, and why would I take her to a concert) Anywho, me and Miss A were up standing by the front of the stage. Paul was signing these weird hats that kind of looked like half of a basketball. (NBA game was on last night) We go up for our turn, and someone throws something at us. All of the sudden me and Paul are flat on the stage and he is shirtless. (Imagine my surprise when I was looking on google for a picture of him and came up with this.)
He was hot in his younger years. Like at the age he is in this pictures. I've never had a crush on him, but my oh my, it was nice when my hand landed on his chest. wow. I could feel the heat in my dream and everything.
And then, I woke up.
I've learned over the years to try to analyse what my subconscious was going through that day when I have weird dreams. Thanks goodness I don't have nightmares that often.