I am working in a large orginszation with many coworkers. There are desks and office furnitire arranged compactly set out of doors on a green lawn. A big change in administration is unfolding. There is a position that many of us are interested in. It requires complex preparation with lots of paper work, then an important interview. The paperwork is not just filled out forms, it is some kind of work product in large bundles covered in brown paper.
I stop in my potential future boss's office. I am asking her about some of the complexities of the interview process. The coverstion is a bit chaotic, but a good ice breaker.
I stop by a coworker's desk to find an old box from a plie she has acrewed. I am holding something small and soft, likely folded cloth, in my hand. It fits perfectly in a box I have found. The desk is on a hill, it has moved and trapped me as she returns. It is all very light hearted, but I am physically caught and trapped with the "stollen" item in my hand.
I am walking with a coworker, possibly the one I borrowed the box from, discussing the upcoming interview. The old administration was apparently corrupt. We may have all been co.pro.ised and are trying to readjust. She asks me how the interview went. I told her if that if that was the interview, I blew it. I was feeling pretty confident.
New Love
This is a continuation of the previous dream. I am in high school. Also a hybrid of indoors and outdoors. I am flirting with a young attractive petite redhead. She is on a wall next to the school, I am going from one large open window opening to the next encouraging the relations literally from afar. I know that I am married, but somehow this seems ok.
Notes: I wake and can't remember anything. I know it's all just beyond the veil. I don't move and essentially meditate. I imagine picking tiny threads from a woven blanket. I catch one and the dream recall returns.
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