Freud would love this one.

Sometime between 4:45 when I checked the clock and 5:15 when the alarm went off I had a dream. I rarely remember my dreams but I think the fact that it was so close to the alarm and so very Freudian that this one stuck.

I dreamt that I was sitting at my desk at work but it was outside on what looked like a concrete patio out back. I was talking to someone who I thought should be helping me fix the situation and telling them that it was unacceptable. Then it started to rain and I was scrambling to push my desk under a tiny porch roof and out of the rain. Even though I got the desk in I sat watching my printer and paper being soaked.

Gee I think even my dense brain can interpret that one.

The boss has gone back to ignoring me. He will walk right past me when I say good morning and go looking for my co-workers. I also find it fascinating that after discussing a team get together for the last 10 months or so, they are finally trying to plan it. I think that the boss is just trying to reaffirm himself with the rest of "his people". Obviously I am not included in this because I'm a traitor.