I dreamt last night that one of my co-workers was trying to kill me. He had snapped and gotten a gun, and was in a warehouse making plans to kill me. In the process of coming after me he had killed many other people and he was pinned down in the warehouse by the police.
I was in the country-side north of Harrisburg with a group of co-workers at a dinky bazaar and flea market. I challenged my co-workers to a race from the bazaar to Mechanicsburg. We define the route, and determine that some of it will be driving, and some of it will be a foot race.
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:
