Working undercover for ....?
I had a weird dream a few nights ago. Actually, it's probably about a week ago now, but others of you have recently talked to me (or posted) about your dreams, so I'll post mine too. I meant to earlier, but things have been busy. So. My dream:
I was working undercover. I don't know for who or why, but it seemed other people were aware that I was undercover, and therefore, put up with my fumblings about not really knowing who I was supposed to be or what I was supposed to be doing. I recall a few scenes specifically. One was in a large building, a factory of sorts. In there, I was standing in a lab at a table, and picked up something that was a target object (with only a vague idea that it was my target), but then set off the alarms trying to get out of the building with it. I have a memory of running down a ton of stairs in a stairwell and bursting through the heavy exit doors. Next thing I remember, I was apologizing to Jeff (some guy in my dream who knew me and my cover) about setting off the alarm. He said it was okay, but to remember I wasn't so-and-so's girlfriend anymore, I was "Sarah Minicooper". In the next scene, I was driving an SUV through snow, between ski cottages which were a college town, trying to figure out how I was going to blend in when I didn't really know what I was doing or supposed to be doing.
Meanwhile,
_shmoo, if you'll grant me permission, I would like to post the IM conversation you and I had about your dream from last night.
I was working undercover. I don't know for who or why, but it seemed other people were aware that I was undercover, and therefore, put up with my fumblings about not really knowing who I was supposed to be or what I was supposed to be doing. I recall a few scenes specifically. One was in a large building, a factory of sorts. In there, I was standing in a lab at a table, and picked up something that was a target object (with only a vague idea that it was my target), but then set off the alarms trying to get out of the building with it. I have a memory of running down a ton of stairs in a stairwell and bursting through the heavy exit doors. Next thing I remember, I was apologizing to Jeff (some guy in my dream who knew me and my cover) about setting off the alarm. He said it was okay, but to remember I wasn't so-and-so's girlfriend anymore, I was "Sarah Minicooper". In the next scene, I was driving an SUV through snow, between ski cottages which were a college town, trying to figure out how I was going to blend in when I didn't really know what I was doing or supposed to be doing.
Meanwhile,
_shmoo, if you'll grant me permission, I would like to post the IM conversation you and I had about your dream from last night.