Your dream had the roles switched. In real life, Ray, Beagle, Ritaanz, Sonny, Leslie, Rockie and a few of their Plebes are sitting in large wicker chairs with wraparaound wings behind the back of the chair. I am on my knees fanning them with a large feather made of cane slats. Margaret comes down a red carpet and admonishes me for showing her the soles of my feet. Pork comes through on a forklift carrying large boxes of frozen pigs feet and I shout at him about no seatbelt. Safety comes and fills out a report on Pork but writes it upside down with a pen's that out of ink. Sunny wheels through on a tricycle followed by April Showers and her entourage on small foot-propelled scooters. VMiller MO scratches his head in amazement and falls off the dock and is attended by Ann Williams who demands to see his credentials which he can't produce. Ruby Tuesday, Nicole and jmpmo are creating a ruckus in the small pool with the statue of Gillian. They are doing obscene things to him and naenae55 is taking notes of their names. Mamhradm and mjindra are cavorting with two male plebes dressed in togas and are about to have their way with them I suppose. bamahr and Zanne are driving toy tractors down the steps and are headed straight for the moat. HRQ, clarkbar and Rad are swimming in the moat and don't yet realize there is a gator in there also. Chic Wang is floating around like a ghost with his/her pants on fire. Wake me.
The pen wasn't out of ink, I was upside down and my writing instrument isn't capable of utilizing gravity while in the non-upright position. I can recall that in the write-up I discovered that during the root cause analysis of not wearing a seat belt Pork had a good excuse and even went on to complain about how Don D shouted at him and felt it was a hostile work environment. I recommend that training is in order for the shouter to learn how to give constructive critisism i.e. point out the positive observations before focusing on the negative. x}>
Gosh, this is exactly what my morning consisted of.
By the way Pork, I hope you purchased those shipping containers from a good box plant.x;-)
I am starting to get frightend by the forum! I have not had dreams yet, but I am sure now I will!! Seriously, I don't know if I should go to sleep. What if I start talking about Don, Beagle, Ray, or Scott? Or anyone else for that matter? What will my fiancee think? UGHHHH! Thanks ya'll...
It took me a while to stop laughing so I could respond. I have a smile I cannot seem to get rid of. You have a true gift for writing. I will be sorely dissapointed if I ever meet you and find that when you talk, you drone on and on in technical terms and are not entertaining whatsoever.
I seem to recall a quote I posted once about throwing the garbage in with the gators. Whoever got me in there with the gators is going to help me get out. Apparently, my swimming unknowingly with the gator is the fault of clarkbar and Rad.
I am now wondering who the gator represents in your dream.
OK, I am still laughing. My giggles keep bubbling up and they won't go away. Kind of like the nervous tic in my right eye that developed (the tic, not the eye) about a month ago.
Wow, I take off a 1/2 day and miss Don's dream and Shakespeare.
For those cavorting... "If music be the food of love, play on. Give me excess of it that surfeiting the appetite may sicken and so die". Twelfth Night or What You Will, Willie Shakespeare
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I see that as a sign I'm about to get in over my head!
Zanne
Gosh, this is exactly what my morning consisted of.
By the way Pork, I hope you purchased those shipping containers from a good box plant.x;-)
I seem to recall a quote I posted once about throwing the garbage in with the gators. Whoever got me in there with the gators is going to help me get out. Apparently, my swimming unknowingly with the gator is the fault of clarkbar and Rad.
I am now wondering who the gator represents in your dream.
OK, I am still laughing. My giggles keep bubbling up and they won't go away. Kind of like the nervous tic in my right eye that developed (the tic, not the eye) about a month ago.
This is all your fault, Don D.
For those cavorting... "If music be the food of love, play on. Give me excess of it that surfeiting the appetite may sicken and so die". Twelfth Night or What You Will, Willie Shakespeare
Sir Nathaniel: Loves Labours Lost
And, yes, I was on a stage, in costume, before an audience... not just in the shower.