Nov 09, 2010 10:33
I never remember dreams, but this morning I had the most vivid one: waking up at 2pm, watching court TV, and eating pretzels. It was convincing down to the mundane details of my house.
Neither boss nor supervisor ever called. My phone was on the nightstand the whole time, but I was transfixed by it. The phone had this Poe-esque heartbeat, forever one moment away from informing me precisely how fired I was.
I woke up 10 minutes before my alarm, feeling like I dodged a bullet. Only now am I shaking off that eerie time travel feeling. What does it mean!
(It's 10:30 now--boss and supervisor are both late).