Apparently, I like to have something ontap in my brain to worry about. Last night, I had one of my more odder dreams, built around going to an interview (which I don't even have lined up). See, I don't even need a reason.
* I was wearing jeans and a green polo shirt, which is just wrong for an interview.
* I had no copies of my resume to hand out.
* I needed a haircut.
* My car was...elsewhere. I can't quite account for its disappearance.
* I got lost.
* I had no phone.
* I fell into a pool. I have no idea how or why a pool came into the equation.
* Once I got there, I realized I had interviewed there before, and the interviewer remembered me, muttering something under her breath to someone next to her while looking at me. At that point, I think I just left.
Apparently, even my subconscious thinks I'm thick-headed.
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