DealLaw

This one was a little fragmented

Thursday, March 10, 2011

I am driving my car in a dark, maybe rainy, area. I run someone over with my left-front tire. The fear and adrenaline feel very real at this point. I suddenly have a thought that I just ended another person's life by accident and, by extension, my own life is now over.

Now I am in a two-story bar. There is a bar and dance floor on the first floor and I am looking down on it from a railing above. The area I am in contains a bar and is populated by people with whom I work (though only in the dream world, I do not recognize them as real co-workers). I am watching a couple of co-workers form a giant line dance on the dance floor below. One of them, a guy I know as Mike, jumps behind the downstairs bar and starts stealing bottles of vodka and drinking a few of them right there.

Upstairs, a blonde woman, who appears slightly old than I, begins a provocative conversation with me. She is definitely flirting. She winks at me as she says something salacious. Her husband is with her and he looks like a moron. I get the distinct impression that I do not like him at all, nor him me. He seems completely oblivious to his wife's advances towards me.

Now I am sitting in the middle of the street. More specifically, I am sitting in the middle of an upward sloping street. My dream co-workers are all sitting around me as well. On the cross street below us a musical version of Uncle Tom's Cabin is being played out by a group of unfamiliar people. We all appear to have gathered to watch it.

I awake and perform my RC.