OMG. I don't know if it was the rain on the roof, getting something approaching a decent amount of sleep, or not enjoying a cocktail or four before bed, but the dreams were in overdrive--transitioning from one to another. If there was an underlying theme, it was alternate reality and/or work.
First one I remember, I had been selected for some special program. Had to sign a waiver and then I lived in this compound that, outwardly appeared normal, but we were definitely prisoners there. I'd been looking for a chance to escape but it never quite lined up. Then one day everyone was going to go on a field trip into town to get ice cream. I mentioned that I didn't really feel like going and the asian lady that was the Big Boss' "girl Friday"--but was sympathetic to us--pointed out that everyone--even the doctor--would be gone so it would be the perfect time for me to escape. This dream must have happened pre-2007, because I still had my Dodge Avenger in it.
Before I know it, I've been called back to active duty. I duck into a restroom on the base to make sure my uniform is right. It's all screwed up. So I set about fixing the belt and the tie and the cap and trying to get at the tag behind my neck to tuck it in. It's also some weird WWII TV show version of the uniform that I suspect came from watching reruns of "Baa-Baa Black Sheep" at dinnertime on Saturdays. A couple other guys come into the bathroom and I acknowledge them as "gentlemen." They both get a chuckle because one of them is clearly a Staff Non-Commissioned Officer from some imaginary foreign country whose enlisted uniforms look like officer uniforms. I start into the story about how Navy Chief rank emblem looks, to someone with bad eyes, enough like a LtCol or Major's rank from a distance that they get saluted a lot in Quantico, where there are lots of new 2nd Lts about.
Then I'm at my current job for a split second--or am I just remembering something that actually happened at my current job on Friday? I dunno. Anyway, that bit didn't last long before I'm at my last job, but we have a different manager. Not a better manager, but a different one. I can't find the file I need and she's offering me advice but the advice is all idiotic.
That's about it. The dream starts exciting and moves to the banal. Oh well.