Last night in my heavy, NyQuil-induced slumber I had the following dream:
My big boss called my team into his office to tell us that they'd be restructuring and our services would no longer be needed. We had two weeks to wrap up our projects and be on our way.
The dream faded to a new scene. It appeared to be several days later and all of the employees were gathered around the large television monitor in the trading room. CNBC was reporting that my big boss and his entire family had been slaughtered in their secluded weekend getaway home. All eyes turned to my team. One of the traders informed us that we were prime suspects and that the FBI was waiting in a conference room to question us.
Fade to the conference room. We were sitting there trying to figure out what had happened when the door suddenly burst open. But instead of angry FBI agents rushing the room, Angela Lansbury walked in dressed like Marie Osmond in her Dancing With The Stars baby doll costume, carrying a cake with sparklers for candles and the words, "Happy Birthday MAK!" written in icing on the top. Everyone started to sing "Happy Birthday" and then I woke up.
What does it all mean?
I think it means you have to stop buying your NyQuil in Tompkins Square Park.
Posted by: Karyn at September 24, 2008 11:01 AMIt means you want to be Bea Arthur.
Posted by: Eric at September 24, 2008 11:48 AMThat you've been mixing Ny-Quil with Percocet again.
Posted by: Patrick at September 24, 2008 12:13 PMIt means you shouldn't eat spicy food before bed.
Posted by: Jess at September 24, 2008 1:02 PMYour dreams make WAY more sense than do mine.
Posted by: Zack at September 24, 2008 4:44 PMI think I want to drink whatever it is you are having before bed.
Posted by: Alex at September 24, 2008 5:21 PMNo dead man in the window?
Posted by: bob at September 24, 2008 7:44 PM