Last night I had a dream in which I went somewhere on a resort with all my coworkers and their wives at some pretty little resort. Beautiful. It was in some bay, or on a lake. It was summer. It was less like a resort, actually, but more like a bed and breakfast. I love B&B's. I need to go more often I now realize.
My coworkers were actually the coworkers from my job two jobs ago, not the most recent one, although there was the sys admin from my most recent job.
I was alone for some reason. Everyone else had their spouses with them, but Rose wasn't there. This was normal. Of course, for me, everything seems normal in a dream no matter what happens, except when I try to have sex with someone, wind up naked in public riding a bike and am trying to hide from everyone's notice; only then do I realize that things aren't normal. Don't analyse that, please. Anyway, I remember trying to keep up with everyone else. Not that they were better waterskiiers or fishermen or conversationalists or anything. It was because they had stuff. Better homes, better cars (well, cars), (better) kids, (better) jobs, and better lives. Everything they had or did was better. Not only that, but we were all trying to outdo everyone else, although for them it seemed like a friendly game among themselves. Chad, the sys admin and I were the only real outcasts.
At some points we left the B&B and ended up at what I assume is someone's house. Not everyone went to everyone's houses, but it was always some beautiful house in a great area. I guess it was a bed and breakfast where we toured our own homes. But when it came to my house, there was only Chad that came with me, and even he had all kinds of criticisms. My house was actually my parents' house, the one I lived in until November 7, 1986. The difference is that it was unusally crappy, as though no one had lived there in 18 years. And there was no one else on the street. There wasn't really a street, just...nothing. There was nothing there. As mentioned, Chad was rather brutal about what he thought of the place. He even got up on the roof of the verandah and started tearing off strips of wood. I just stood there about fifty feet away watching him do it. In fact, I never said much during the dream.
At the end of the trip was some kind of company meeting. I don't recall what was said in this meeting, although I think I remember feeling rather unsafe. They said things that led me to believe that there were some differences between members of personnel, which was obvious, except that it was to be considered in terms of who would work where, with whom, how, and probably if.
I found myself in a parking lot with Chad. He began talking about how much the weekend was full of shit, how superficial the rest of them are (this is much more like the real Chad than the one tearing my house apart) and how he will continue just doing what he does and being what he is. Which is pretty much what I intended to do. Why I of all people needed to be told this is beyond me, though.
