I think the dream I had last night is related to the project I'm working on at work now. At work I'm trying to remake a critical report function that we hand-built using ActiveReports from Data Dynamics. ActiveReports is a pretty nice product ala Crystal Reports, and other reporting tools, though it does have it's shortcomings. I'm coming up against the deadline to have the demo done soon, and I'm feeling pressure to make it look really sharp.
The Dream:
I was working at Pipeline again. It had moved offices to Washington DC, and the office was full of all manner of advanced electronic equipment.
I was working and listening to the radio, and a chance came up to win a contest to spend the day with an up-and-coming celebrity from Europe, kind of like a cross between Britney Spears and Denise Richards, and take her on a shopping trip to all of the nice shops in DC, essentially be her escort for the day. I tried, and won the contest.
So the day of the shopping trip turned out to be Sunday, and I was feeling pressure to get going on the trip, because the stores close early on Sundays and I didn't want to miss this opportunity. So I was asking Heather and some of Heather's friends where to take this celeb. (I don't think she was ever named) I got the names and locations of the places to go and set out to pick up the celeb.
I got lost on the way, and it started to rain, and get dark. Feeling even more pressure I rushed, and as I was running (not driving), I slipped down a hill of grass by the Capitol Building and hurt my hip. Senators and congresswomen standing around urged me to hurry. Heather pulled up next to me in her car and told me I was running behind.
I tried to rush even faster and took another wrong turn. It was now getting close to 8pm, and I was worried that everyone was going to be upset with me.
I finally figured out where I was and started down the right path, but by this point, it was dark and I was in the middle of the slums. I've been to these slums before in my dreams, but usually driving through them. They're almost cartoonish, and look very Victorian England. In the center of the slum is a large statue of General Wellington on a horse, with his sword drawn. Everything's black, gray, and soot covered, and because it's getting late at night, there's no one around.
As I ran down the sidewalk I slipped again and put my hand down on an ashcan to steady myself, only to realize that someone had set a trap for me there by placing a deadly poisonous hedgehog right where I'd put my hand. I was able to pull away fast enough that the quill didn't go in very deep, and most of the poison leaked out, but I thanked God that it hadn't been a poisonous porcupine, who would have launched his quills at me.
As I squeezed the rest of the milky-white poison out of my finger, I saw the person who was trying to trap me come out of an alley-way. He was moving very slowly, but persistantly, and I could tell he intended to kill me.
I ran harder, and ended up at one of the stores that I was supposed to be at with the celeb, but it was getting ready to close.
I'd taken too long, and my chance at the shopping trip was over. I'd failed and I woke up with a giant sense of failure because of the dream. It'd been my hope to help the celeb out by picking out good outfits for her.
Analysis:
I felt fairly certain this revolved around my project at work, though I'm not certain. There might be other things going on in my head as well. I wish I could talk to my friend Amanda. She was excellent at dream interpretation. It was one of her many talents at which she excelled.
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