This past week I've dreamt a few times about work. I haven't remembered enough detail to write about the dreams except for a dream I had last night. But all these dreams center around me oversleeping or somehow missing a press conference this coming Friday. Our work team has been working very hard to launch a new phone app for beaches in our province, and I've been working nearly non-stop either on the data, the logistics of the conference, or even creating artwork for a poster (now that's scary).
I'm going to change the names of people in this dream!
Last night's dream was along the same vein. Our previous director Pam just had a second child, and I haven't seen her in more than a month or so, which is quite sad. I really miss her, though I do like our new director just the same. Anyway, Pam and I are going to lunch hopefully next week, so it'll be great to see her again.
In this dream, it is the night before the launch/press conference, and Pam had just bought a new house. She wanted to invite me over to see it and just catch up. So I went over, and also there were her mom, step-mom, husband, and some friends -- all of whom I've met in real life. I remember at one point there were different glasses of wine sitting on the table, but most of them were white wine. So I chose what seemed to be a glass of red wine, but it turned out to be some sort of dark champagne.
As the dream wore on, after the toasting of the new baby/new house, etc., Pam and I had a nice heart-to-heart chat as we've done often in the past. Then she began pulling some old boxes out of the attic of stuff she didn't want, and said I could have this stuff if I wanted. I don't remember the contents. It was mostly empty boxes.
As the party wore on, it was somehow the next morning and I needed to be at work by 9:00 am to help get stuff over to the press room. Another co-worker, our scientific researcher Sidney, also (in real life) out on maternity leave, stopped by the party with her baby. As she couldn't stay long, she promised to give me a ride back to Vancouver so I could get to work on time.
By this time there were tons of people at Pam's. I had to go to the bathroom, and in the fray, Sidney disappeared, and I couldn't find any way to Vancouver. But I remember in her bathroom seeing a hat on a shelf that said "soccer boy" and wondered if that was for Pam's new son. Also, some of Pam's daughter's things were in the bathroom, like toys I guess.
Pam called a taxi, but it was taking so long. My spirit sunk as I noticed the time moving from 9:00 to 9:30 am, and onward.
I needed to call Cindy at work to tell her how late I'd be, and was worried she had not been able to finish the press kits without me. As usual, as it is within all my dreams, I can never use the damn phones! Technology and dreams don't work.
For some reason by now I realized Pam's new house was in Maple Ridge. It was after 9:30. If I hurried I might be able to make the press conference (at 10:00) before it ended. Pam's sister agreed to give me a ride into Vancouver.
Her car had no back seats. I don't know why I didn't sit in the front seat with her, but I just hopped in the back, on this shaggy orange rug-like carpet.
At about that point, I awoke, relieved once again it was early in the morning, and not even the day of the press conference yet -- that's tomorrow. I am going to have Morgan act as a back-up alarm clock tomorrow, just to be safe!
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