Dream Log: Working Without Help
Mar. 17th, 2005 12:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mishalakI was a ticket agent at Denver International Airport and this woman came up trying to buy a ticket. She had Janet Jackson’s credit card and was generally acting guilty. I tried to reassure her that everything was just fine and delayed her while I hit the security button and tried to get as much incriminating stuff on her as possible. And there was this security guard near the other end of the counter that would not come over. I motioned and kept hitting the button, but he was busy chatting. Eventually when the woman tried to move off I had to grab her arm and yelled for security, but he still would not come over. At the end of the dream she got away, I hope I got the security guy in trouble.
I was in a house in Australia and there was a nuclear war. Australia wasn’t hit so I was going to stay there, but it started snowing because of the nuclear winter. The poor kolas were dying I think and it was a struggle to keep warm. There was more to it but it has faded.
I had to return to work only it wasn’t the same as it was before. Somehow it had become a giant multi-level facility. I had to go running about to find things looking into the giant lunch room where I didn’t recognize anyone, though supposedly we were all people who had worked here before. At some point I had to strip down to my boxers to do something and I felt terribly shy about doing so even though I’d do it at a club without a second thought. It is different at work. Somehow everything worked out and I was at least earning money again for the few days that they would have us. So strange to be putting in the codes and stuff to fill out my timecard just like I did those three years I worked for the bank.
I was in a house in Australia and there was a nuclear war. Australia wasn’t hit so I was going to stay there, but it started snowing because of the nuclear winter. The poor kolas were dying I think and it was a struggle to keep warm. There was more to it but it has faded.
I had to return to work only it wasn’t the same as it was before. Somehow it had become a giant multi-level facility. I had to go running about to find things looking into the giant lunch room where I didn’t recognize anyone, though supposedly we were all people who had worked here before. At some point I had to strip down to my boxers to do something and I felt terribly shy about doing so even though I’d do it at a club without a second thought. It is different at work. Somehow everything worked out and I was at least earning money again for the few days that they would have us. So strange to be putting in the codes and stuff to fill out my timecard just like I did those three years I worked for the bank.