A psychiatrist would have a field day with me.
So the last couple of nights I've gotten LOADS of sleep. Which has been lovely, but I guess one of the side effects is that my subconscious has plenty of time to screw around.
Last night I dreamed that I was at Mac's (the bar/restaurant/function center/brewery where I work), but it was different, like places in dreams are. It was sort of bean-shaped and rounded instead of being a series of squarish shapes like it actually is, and it was multi-tiered, with a big pool at the bottom and steps all around. There were fish in the pool, and . . . whales. Or dolphins or something. They looked like whales. Off to one side of the pool, and kind of under one part of the floor, there was a separate tank where sharks lived. At apparently random intervals, the gate between the two tanks would open, and the sharks would come and gobble up some of the whales. No one seemed very concerned about this, although it was quite the spectacle. And then periodically the main pool would drain, and I'd have to run around picking up all the books (?) and things that people had dropped on the bottom. And my manager Roy was there. And there was also a jungle gym at the side of the pool. And I was really annoyed about all the fish dying, or something. That sort of fizzled, didn't it?
Last night I dreamed that I was at Mac's (the bar/restaurant/function center/brewery where I work), but it was different, like places in dreams are. It was sort of bean-shaped and rounded instead of being a series of squarish shapes like it actually is, and it was multi-tiered, with a big pool at the bottom and steps all around. There were fish in the pool, and . . . whales. Or dolphins or something. They looked like whales. Off to one side of the pool, and kind of under one part of the floor, there was a separate tank where sharks lived. At apparently random intervals, the gate between the two tanks would open, and the sharks would come and gobble up some of the whales. No one seemed very concerned about this, although it was quite the spectacle. And then periodically the main pool would drain, and I'd have to run around picking up all the books (?) and things that people had dropped on the bottom. And my manager Roy was there. And there was also a jungle gym at the side of the pool. And I was really annoyed about all the fish dying, or something. That sort of fizzled, didn't it?