Perchance to Dream

I had one of those really "real" dreams last night; more like a nightmare actually.

I dreamt about my office; only the remodeling was still going on. There were hundreds more people; new people working there; and of course none of them had anything to do. In order to accommodate all these new people, the office was being reconfigured again, only this time I was being reassigned.

In place of my office, I found myself in a bare cubicle. At first, I wasn't alarmed. It was dark, but self-contained. Then I realized there were at least five other people sharing this tiny cubicle with me. I was no longer near a window; had no private office and began to panic that I'd never be able to write amidst all the noise generated from so many people with nothing to do all day.

Then I walked around and saw people jammed into tiny spaces everywhere I turned. All the rooms were small and full of people. I didn't know what any of them did.

It dawned on me that the "bully squad" had finally got their revenge on me. I was utterly humiliated and set out to call my union but since I no longer had privacy I looked for a place to make a call with my cellphone. I walked down the hallways and saw more and more people.....got angrier and sadder, and then I woke.

So disturbing was this dream that as I struggled to wake, it took several moments for me to realize that it never happened. Several more moments passed before I recognized how lucky I am to be out of that place.