Dreams
Not mine, for once.
W took great delight in telling me her dream of the night before last.
She and I were invited to the monthly Executives meeting to present something (this is actually possible, and we had been talking about it with our boss a few days before). We got in there, and they, of course, were being a bunch of arses, so apparently I stood up and shouted, “Fuck the lot of you, I’m off to join (insert software company name here, not quite the one I had the interview with Monday, but as close as can be)” and walked out.
Apparently there was stunned silence, and then our boss was trying to ring me, but W kept telling him it was a waste of time, I really had gone.
Maybe I have not been so good at hiding my intentions after all!