Doom Dreams

[Drunk Monk]

I am the manager at MQ6 (I was never a manager) and there’s a new employee so I’m showing him around, explaining the quirkiness of that theater. It’s crowded and I realize that I should’ve just told him to shadow another usher and that I haven’t shown him thr projection room. I get confused on what I’ve told him about free soda and the usher’s closet.

I was trying to sleep in this morning because I could and kept darting in an out of this dream as I lay in my half sleep. There’s a Facebook group dedicated to the MQ6 group. It’s amusing to see where they all ended up. Apart from ED & LB, I’m only in connection with one other. She retired from working for the water dept recently but we reconnected because she painted a mural for the school of one of the Shaolin monks I trained under, and then she moved to Santa Cruz. She was a manager and I’m jealous she’s retired already. There was another incident a few years ago when another woman drunk dialed me - that was really weird. We hadn’t communicated in years. I didn’t even know she had my number. 

PsychoAnal: at the end of my last Friday work meeting, my NH coworker tells me she plans to sit in front of her tv in a snug blanket with a huge mug of hot cocoa and watch TWD whilst covering her eyes because it gives her nightmares. I share that I used to love horror but got burnt out after working at MQ6.