Well, I dreamt that I'm having a girl. If you're keeping track, that's
Boy dreams: 2 (my mom had one too)
Girl dreams: 1
Chinese lunar calendars predicting girl: 1
Heartrates predicting girl: 1
Dreams that I'm having a puppy: 1
I also dreamt that I was hanging out with Charlotte York of Sex and the City and she went to an impossibly expensive spa and I went to a bakery and got a blueberry muffin and an ooey gooey cinnamon roll. This is probably because I spent the whole day yesterday NOT eating the Krispy Kreme donuts that were in my office kitchen. I done good, y'all.
And now for my nightmare of the night. I showed up to my current assignment in jeans. When you're a secretary, nay, a temp, dreaming about showing up to a very professional office in jeans is equal to dreaming of showing up to school in your underwear. I did my best to hide myself, and nobody seemed to notice, but it was pretty horrifying.
Then it turned into a huge puzzler - I went outside and saw some highschool friends there and went to talk to them, and they started smoking pot. To get away from the smell, I walked away from them. That's when Terri showed up and we started walking away, but I said I had to tell my boss I was leaving. I walked in, and the VIP was sitting in my chair looking at me like I had done something wrong. He accused me of smoking pot. I turned around starting to object, and all of a sudden he was my Uncle Jim.
Whatever. I gotta go get ready for work. Sounds like it's gonna be an interesting day.
23 hours ago