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I had a dream that my workplace decided to make e-learning videos and approached me for it through their chat.

Boring ahhh work dreams, it'll soon be over.

The Break Room Sessions

A group of workers meet up at the break room og their office to do spoken word sessions, all behind the company's back. Each employee has a poem representing a different emotion.
This one employee is the master at it and is the one organising the break room sessions.

A podcast becomes available with each poem. This one black guy warns the poem master that he's getting on dangerous levels as the company does not approve of the break room sessions and if they ever find out, he's in big trouble to which the master makes fun of his drumsticks that he always beings for lunch, the guy defending his drumsticks saying that they're a very nutritious meal.

One day they all visit the break room with the master nowhere to be seen, a woman, unsure if an ally or not, calls for the employees through the intercom. In her office, she explains to the colleagues that the company found out and took some measures. Unsure whether the master got fired or transferred to a different floor, the guy takes his drum sticks out of his lunch box and enters the elevator saying that this is all his fault. The colleagues follow him trying to cheer him up as he looks at them while the elevator door closes.

My alarm then went off.

I dreamt that I was sleeping in my room, but the room was several times the size, had multiple doors and an emergency exit, and it had museum artifacts inside. Meanwhile, people kept putting their stuff into my room, it started with two people whom I overheard speaking Dutch before jokingly asking if they were speaking German before revealing that I could speak Dutch too. I then notice more and more hipsters and diverse types of people (in style, they were all still white) move into my room. I get on top of the stage, but having a dry mouth from just waking up I can't reach the rest of the group. My flatmate then offers me water whilst dressed as a water bottle like one of the people moving in is, I wake up before starting my speech

I move into this condo, they have a pet cat named Destroy Lonely, I whistle and try to get the cat's attention. The cat gets tense at me upon seeing me, I notice but carefully stick out my hand so it can smell who I am, but it doesn't react. I then ignore it and enter the elevator. I get attacked by the cat who turned into this Belgian YouTuber, I kick him down the elevator then make a call saying I was attacked, getting sent a digital form and I check "cat attack". I awkwardly wait as I selected that then got on a bus. There's a girl in the bus whom I've never met that studies at a theatre school in Rotterdam, she looks problematic. The girl makes a fighting motion at me as I walk past her, I ignore her and look at the security camera behind in the bus, filming us.
I exit the bus and a woman is seen at a table cutting a cake, she tells me it's a peanut butter cake, the peanut butter layer is soft while the edges of the cake are hard and feel like thick layers you'd find on onions. I know to never criticize someone else's cooking though. She cuts the cake and brings the cake to a posh suburban white family sitting at a table in a restaurant, I help her as I carry the forks. The woman and I join the family, she introduces herself and I introduce myself as her husband, much to her amusement.
The woman from the family says her entire family compliments my "Bob Marley beard"
I then woke up.

Basically, I had a dream about my day job. I can't disclose much about it due to data protection laws (even if the data in this context is fictional it would kind of give away the private information regarding my job)

I have a lot of customers over the phone and this week was a bit more intense than usual. I've been working for over six months straight and not yet taken any vacations. I've been staring at my screen for a bit too long and have to do so much longer as much as I'm very much in the "You should quit your job and do something you love" stage. I have always been. Unfortunately from a realistically perspective, I cannot afford to do so. Since 2021 I have been paying off expensive bills and am nowhere near being debt free.

Thanks for listening to my rant, sick of this "chapter" of my life and my work infiltrating my dreams.

I was browsing YouTube when I came across this now-defunct collab YouTube channel by two guys from Groningen that was called BROERS (In my dream it was, the channel actually exists under a different name, but my memory couldn't place it) but because there's a really crazy Dutch podcast called BROERS, I went to check the channel to discover that it was now renamed BLIEP (Dutch for bleep), probably to prevent copyright troubles (funnily enough there's a phone company called bliep* as well) I check the YouTube channel and, to my surprise, it has the 2.0 channel layouf (beta channel as it used to be called in 2009) from 2009-2012 (or 2011 I forgot) before they came up with Cosmic Panda and every current ugly design that they have.
Confused (and excited) I try to figure out how these channels have the old layout again, I come across this account of a Dutch guy, then come across the channel of his girlfriend, who has an English speaking video where she talks about her boyfriend, who's nentaly ill, and her own mental health.
Next thing I know I'm walking past an industrial area with the couple, kinda similar to the IKEA area in Utrecht as well as the IKEA area in South Berlin (both 030) the boyfriend is walking steps ahead because they're on they're way to an isolation chamber for their mental health. Meanwhile I'm talking with his girlfriend in English, she tells me that she met her boyfriend abroad in the UK, I ask her where she's from and tells me that she's actually Dutch to which I reply with "Leip!" (which is Dutch "slang" for crazy)
We then arrive at the isolation chamber, which is a tiny gym room covered in mats. We sit on the mats while I'm still joking around with the girlfriend. The boyfriend angrily yells "You guys annoy me!" before walking to the door to let more people in.
Me, who suddenly realises that we're in the isolation chamber, tells the girlfriend I'm gonna wait outside so everyone can concentrate (and I also don't have the concentration myself to sit in a small room full of strangers in silence for lord knows how long)
I walk out the room into the hallway, the interior of the building is similar to that of a kindergarten, doctor's office, or just a local wellness center as the halls had dry beige walls, bookshelves witj this books, and benches. Kinda like the hallway of my old primary school when I studied there in the mid to late 2000s. I walk around and the hall is apparently also a sauna as a bunch of middle aged blonde Dutch women are sunbathing in their short, light yellow bikinis on the floor.
I'm trying to find a place where I can sit to wait for my friends, where I can still see them leave, but also make it not look like I'm peeking at the sunbathing women who are in the same area as the room I'm paying attention to.
I bump into a sauna going woman and she goes "Sorry, Cesar chocolate milk!" while giggling before introducing herself as "Elvira van der Voort" (Not a real person as far as I know, any person with that name is coincidental or how they say that in movie credits) I then introduce herself with my first and last name as well (which I rarely do unless necessary) she starts laughing and pointing at her teeth as she realises my name is actually Caesár. I then realise she may not have called me chocolate milk because I'm black as I suddenly have a flashback of me drinking chocolate milk before leaving the isolation chamber and the chocolate milk brand apparently being called Cesar. I try to check my teeth, but suddenly realize I have trouble physically opening my mouth, I then wake up as I had about seven hours of sleep.

Working late shifts this week, they may start three hours later, but for my routine and body clock there's not any more difference other than the day being three hours longer. Woke up tired yesterday, and went to bed right after the shift ended which caused me to wake up at 2 am and stay awake until 6 am. I then set alarms for an hour every hour until my shift started, I woke up before the alarm went off each time.

The first dream I've had convinced me that my roommate was a fish, I woke up confused because I have nothing seen him in water at once. Although he does work in the kitchen and occasionally goes to the bathroom...

I can't recall the second dream, but the last dream consisted of me playing in a Dutch television series. The series was set in the 80s about a white wealthy family who owns a bed and breakfast at the beach. I play their adopted son. My "sister" was played by a theatre student who actually came from a blue blood family.
The show was a mystery show, a boy and his monkey (probably the son of the family) go treasure hunting. He tells his friend and shows him a book before running off with his monkey partner. The friend reads the book and discovers his own family owns treasure here at the beach. He goes to the spot and discovered that his friend with the monkey partner already dug it up. He then angrily runs and climbs up the sand hill where the BnB is located.

Meanwhile, my character wakes up and walks towards the elevation to go to the cafeteria. His sister asks him from the stairs if he thinks peanut butter is good for you. Confused by the completely random questions say "sure" before getting handed a breakfast coupon by her just so I can eat the hotel breakfast.

I then zoom out of the world map from the 80s to which I started using Photoshop's magical wand tool to highlight Northern Europe. It keeps messing up and then I go to Wales before I wake up in real life.

I don't know anything about Wales, might be an interesting vacation destination.

Dream was in Dutch, the second one at least as I don't recall any dialogue in the first dream.

I have rehearsals for a theatre play. During lunch break, one of my cast mates shows a video on her phone of a rental bike getting hit to pieces by a car. She's laughing going "Who's bike is this?!" It was mine. The cast members let me join their carpool to get to the station. It's a car without a rooftop.

During the car ride home, we drive past some tourists, one of them tries to cut a piece from my hair with scissors. I keep a pair of scissors close for defense. Another tourist comes by asking of we can take a pic where it looks like I hit him with a mallet. One of the cast members falls asleep on my lap.
We seem to be riding through a desert road with buildings with colourful lights in the background.

The car arrives in Utrecht, we take the subway which exists there in my dream to Utrecht Central station. After carrying the sleeping cast member there, they all leave the train without saying goodbye.

As I exit the station, I get my phone and ask my cast mate of she can send the video of my rental bike getting ran over to me. In the meantime, I come across an old classmate from 5th grade who enjoys singing at the train station. He's upset because the bike he had since he was little has been stolen, I suggest the idea making a Facebook post, but he refuses.

We go to his student flat and I join in on all the banter. Apparently they stuffed their toilet with cotton balls and haven't been able to flush it since. They hold a contest who can flip the chairs the coolest. Everyone finally goes to sleep and I sleep in the guest bed next to the clogged toilet which still got used in the meantime and I could smell it. I fall asleep there and woke up for real as if I just transferred worlds.

Even at the end of the dream, I was still trying to reach that girl regarding the rental bike video, glad to see that even in my dreams, I got my priorities straight.

I went on a bus ride with a bunch of obstacles.

It starts off at the train station where I see my friend, who's a model, and his friend stopping someone whose leaning forward as they're trying to end it all because they're struggling with their identity. I get uncomfortable and start running back home, I hear a Dutch YouTuber whom I occasionally watch talk in his podcast as he's talking the person at the train station out of it. It starts getting dark and stormy when I think I'm walking into the street home until I check Google Maps which, after it keeps moving around due to the raindrops on my screen, finally shows me that I ended up on a random island on the opposite side of the direction home.

A bus then stops in front of me, it's my friend's theatre coach sitting in one of those small buses I took twice when I was in Leusden. Also reminds me of those special education buses from when I was younger. He told me that he's going to Utrecht and that I can join them, saying I'd have to pay half of my bus fare. I enter the bus in the front seat as he starts driving off. The bus is full with students. We enter this neighborhood in Kanaleneiland (very similar to the route of my special education bus commute now that I think about it) where we see a bunch of children playing on the street, the community police officers move the first children away, but a bunch of stubborn children stay on the road, even after the bus driver honked. The bus driver then carefully drives past every child like a game of Frogger.

After getting out of that neighborhood, we drive through a difficult forest path without any roads. Things go smooth until we end up having to cross a lake in which the bus drives straight into the water. The bus driver then asks me to help him kick the windshield off. After several attempts, the water pressure does the job for us as the bus slowly sinks into the lake. We then defy the law of physics by moving our weight to the back of the bus and balance out the amount of water in the bus in order for us to drive forward. A fat kid stands up from his seat (the bus driver and I were the only ones doing things) and joins us as he goes to the back of the bus to balance the weight.
I then get out of the bus and push the bus from behind and it successfully drives out of the lake. Another passenger joins me to save a small trailer that contained a basket full of pets that was attached to the bus. (Why the basket with pets wasn't just in the bus itself is beyond me. We recover the basket and get back in the bus where we stop by a student dormitory, we drop off all the cats and hamsters that were in the basket and reunite them with their owners and families.

All the pets from the bus ride are nervously shaking from the extreme bus ride. I then ask if this was the final destination to which the students look at me with a smug face and tell me there's more. Unfortunately for them, I woke up.

I discover a supermarket across the tracks that has a cafe with interactive entertainment and performances, it becomes my to-go spot.

My friends and I go there and the cafe has a trampoline-bungee jump performance that requires both performers and crew members behind the open curtains to keep balance and share weight. It looks nice, but apparently everyone behind the scenes gets frustrated and starts audibly yelling at each other, some friends and I get on a unused trampoline to distract the audience.

My high school friends and I eat at our table after the performance. My friend who is a calm guy walks up to the counter talking to the women working there, I can't understand what he's saying until he gets frustrated and angrily calls the women "fortune tellers" which made me smirk as they wearimg "spiritual"-like outfits. My other friends and I get up knowing we're about to get kicked out. The staff compliments us for how quickly we managed to sign out as guests on the computer by the entrance.
Now calmed down, my friend told the staff that he was dissapointed that the cafe doesn't offer hosuden, which are appartently the remedy for his allergies as he said his dog could smell it when he walks with him. Meanwhile, I struggle to get my two jackets on.

I get invited to the tour of a Belgian rapper/producer to perform a remix of his track life on my SP404 without any rehearsals, live in the fancy concert venue which is a nice stage in the other floor of a cheap chickenpox noodle soup restaurant.

I started dancing on stage after his song started earlier than expected because his girlfriend fainted live on stage during her performance.