Strange dreams

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I had two dreams last night, both were disturbing, but in different ways.

In the first dream we were going to preform at a faire and had camped there the previous night. (Already disturbing given how much I dislike camping.)
The whole troupe was sharing one big tent. I managed to sleep better than usual in a tent and was the last one up.
When I woke up, I found out that people were turning the tent I was in into one of the stages for the show. I knew it must be close to show time, so I got up to get ready.
I had slept in my regular clothes, but needed to find my costuming.
Because they were turning the tent into a stage, they had removed all of our stuff and I couldn’t find any of my things.
I knew that my wife would know where it was, so I started looking for her. But, I couldn’t find her either.
Folks I asked said our stuff was up near the main entrance. When I looked there I found lots of people’s things in supermarket bags, but not my stuff.
I decided to go look in the car.
Dream ends

(This one was more frustrating than disturbing. But, I still don’t like the “can find things” dreams. Especially when it is my wife.
The faire site was similar to Ye Olde Commons where we had our faire. But, the hills were not as large and there were less trees.)


In the second dream, my wife and I owned some sort of high tech consulting company. We had bought an old factory building much like the one Hoops used to be in where we used to have Phoenix practices. Old, brick, lots of little rooms, nooks and crannies.
So, we were able to give people their own offices by converting the little rooms and such around the place.
We had hired a very good computer programer and given him one of these offices across the factory from our office.
He was a very good programer, but liked to talk like he was very “street”.
Although he was black, he was not from the ghetto, he just thought it was cooler to talk that way.
One day we were giving one of our customers a tour of the factory while he worked on a particularly difficult programing problem. The customer was a fairly young woman who owned some sort of business that needed programing.
Our head of sales showed her around and I went back to my little brick office to do some paper work.
I heard our programer shout “That’s right bitches, I got it done!”
I knew the customer was still in the building and likely to hear and not like hearing that.
I headed over to his office to reprimand him for that. As I got to where his office was, I saw my wife was already coming out of his office with a very angry look on her face and I knew I would not be the first to reprimand him.
I walked into his office and he was sitting at his desk with his head hung low.
He didn’t even look up or say anything.
“Look, just don’t do it when there are customers around,” I said. “But, I am glad you solved the problem.”
Dream ends

(This one I find the more disturbing. I think it is a combination of many different things. I certainly don’t have anyone who works for me at my day job who tries to talk “street”. I do have one engineer who is from Kenya and has quite dark skin. But, he is not at all “street” and I have never heard him shout anything, much less something like that. We do have a very big customer visit coming up next week, and did pass a big milestone for it this week. And, I do have a friend who does say things like that from time to time. So, I’m thinking they’re all crammed into my mind and popped out. But, I still found it disturbing.)