 I don't normally have vivid dreams that I remember when I wake up. So a little surprising, figured I'd write it down in my blog. I honestly have no idea what it means.
So for some reason I'm working in the Montreal office, which for contextual purposes takes up some floors in a huge skyscraper in the middle of town, but all the people around are co-workers that I work with today in Los Angeles except for a few faces I'd met in Montreal. I see two of my friends running across the sales floor, literally running, and they duck into a stairwell. I'm curious why they're running, so I go into the stairwell and hear them above me. I go to the middle landing, but they notice me and stop talking, apparently they just wanted to speak in private. I apologize for interrupting and I start going down the stairs. For some reason when I open the door to get back to work, the fire alarm starts going off. Not sure if it's a coincidence or I caused it, but I go through the door to the elevators and I'm frantically hitting the down button but the elevator won't work. So I go back to the stairwell and litterally start running down til I get to the ground floor and outside onto the street, hearing an announcement at some point how they believe it to be a false alarm but they'll have to evacuate anyway. I start walking around the building as people are filing out of the building, looking to see if I can catch any of my coworkers. I see one of them sitting on a bench outside, alone, and I sit down next to him. He tells me that most people he knows are going home because it's going to take too long to get all those people back into the building. I tell him that I think it's my fault the alarm went off, and he tells me that if it is people should thank me, because there are World Cup games on that people want to watch. And we get up and go walking to find a bar. And that's when I wake up.
I really, really have no idea what this means... |
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