Skeletons

I had a strange dream last night. That, yeah, led me back to my (ex)job. It has actually been awhile since I dreamed of that place.

First, I had to fly to California. I don't know why exactly. I was suddenly there and I arrived at someone's house. my sister was there. She was holding a clipboard with paper attached and told me we had to inventory a bunch of things in a backyard. The yard was very large and at first I didn't see any objects. Just a large grassy field. As we walked to the back, I asked what happened to the large "hole" that used to be there. Then I realized that over time grass had grown over it. She was walking ahead of me and way ahead of her was our father's girlfriend. She told us the people who lived at the house had moved and wanted everything cleared out, but wanted to know what was there so they knew what they wanted to keep.

Suddenly we were back behind a garage. It was just like the house where we grew up. There was alot of stuff packed against the fence that separated our yard from the one behind us and next to us & next to the house behind us. Does that make sense?

There was an old purple colored Thunderbird car, 1990's, shoved against the fence. I opened the driver's door to look inside. Suddenly a man appeared in front of us on the other side of the fence. He reached over and slammed the door back shut. I told him I just wanted to look inside to see if anything was in it, if anything was salvageable. I told him that the same kind of car was in the position at the house where we grew up and some interesting things were packed into that car too (So not real, I have no idea where that came from) such as the car stereo. Min8ive just said she hadn't know that.

I convinced the guy to let me look inside. I opened the door again, bent down & peered in and saw some old decomposing bodies. It smelled bad. I stood back up and glanced at the guy who looked at me with narrowed eyes. I just said, "oh. We should probably leave this here and let someone else worry about" thinking that later I would tell the authorities if I was still alive and I shut the door.

Suddenly I was back at my (ex)job. It was the summertime. I was inside the warehouse working. They had let everything pile up all over again and it was a packed, cluttered mess. While I tried moving things around and getting stuff organized, people started driving up. I had to go out to see what they wanted because everyone else was busy growing roots from their behinds into chairs. Even my (ex)crazy coworker/self-designated personal assistant was there. She started trying to help.

There was so much stuff all over the place there was barely room to walk. I stopped going out to see what the people in their cars wanted.

I suddenly realized it was very stupid of me to go back there in the first place. I started getting really mad and eventually ended up literally throwing things around and just shoving stuff into corners. I knew it would make the guys mad because then it was in their way, but I didn't care. They were the ones who had just put all the stuff haphazardly around in the first place.

I finally said I was fed up. I wasn't going to put up with it again. Everything could just stay where it was and why had I agreed to go back. Then I woke up.

Singing

I was standing in a gymnasium with a bunch of other people, all of us standing in rows. At the front was a mean man sitting on a throne (with red velvet cushioning) on a 4' x 8' section of staging. Everyone had been forced to take a picture of him (sitting on the throne) and make it into an 8" x 10" framed picture. We had to pair up, move over a couple feet to the right from everyone else, & do a "song and dance" number and present it to him. I even remember some of the song. When it came time for my partner & I to do it, we got as far as

"We made,
this picture,
of you.
We hope,
you like it,
because we do..."

Then, not only could we not remember the rest of the song, we couldn't get our dance steps right. So we gave up and got back into our places.

The man asked why we stopped. We explained that we knew that even the tiniest mistake would cause points to be taken off our final score. Since we did so poorly we saw no point in continuing. Some of the other people we watched were so much better, pretty much perfect. He was telling us that he hadn't seen one performance that he thought was utterly perfect & that we should try again.

I started thinking it had to be one of the dumbest dreams I have had yet, so I woke myself up.