I've had two relatively interesting dreams the past week. The first was last Wednesday night. I dreamt our firm went under. We all were informed, unsuspectingly, that we no longer had jobs. It was a shock. I awoke shortly after the news came down. Then, Friday, I learned that one of our attorneys was actually being let go. Unlike my dream, we were not all out of jobs; but one of us was. Coincidence? Am I psychic? Did I somehow, unknowingly hear something through the walls which, consciously, I was unaware, but manifested in my dream? Who knows. But, it was a strange turn of events.
Then, last night, I had another dream. I was driving in a car. The infamous Tony Bigcharles was in the back seat. I'm not sure where we were going; we seemed to be somewhat lost; and the roads we were driving were becoming increasingly remote, and increasingly more narrow. I became concerned the car would not be able to pass through the streets and we'd be stuck, of course. At some point, we were forced to actually cut through someone's house. The family was black, [yo]u see. We made it from the back door off the kitchen through the front door and back on to the street. And that's when I awoke. I'm not sure what, if anything, this dream meant. I'd be inclined to believe nothing, if not for the events that transpired following last week's dream. I'm considering taking public transportation for the short term . . . you know, just in case.