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[jaggedpill]

I had a dream early this morning that I was waiting for the elevator (at a hospital or hotel but I knew I was at work) and I was trying to get to the fifth floor for a big meeting I have today with the biggest two bosses at the bank and I was running late and these punk kids (like college kids or something with longish hair and jeans and t-shirts) got in the elevator and kept goofing around, delaying me. One kid stood in the elevator entrance long enough that it tripped the door back open but he didn't notice because he was talking to his buddies, so I (politely) asked him to step back so the door would close and asked what floor they were going to and then the four of them (maybe they were the Beatles?) kept taking turns telling me different floors to go to even though they were clearly all together (ya know, buttons to push ... damn button pushers!) and then the one kid kept stepping in front of the door just before it would close so it would keep auto-opening back up and I stood there all dressed up nice in my prego-suit and was just fuming with anger so I finally took this giant jar candle (pear scent) out of my pocket and began bashing the kid who was standing in the doorway in the head with it and realized I could literally be killing him and just before I drew blood I eased up on him a bit and started hitting him in the chest with it instead and the door closed and we went up to five with the kid out cold on the ground.

And then I woke up and took a vanilla-sugar bath to relax that out of my mind and when I got to work this morning, the meeting was cancelled anyway.

::sigh::