This dream is intriguing to me for several reasons. A primary one is that it's about a situation that I dream about fairly often, but that is not real. Also it's set in a building that I dream about often but which also is not real. It's like some sort of an "alternate dream reality" that I seem to keep visiting.
I need to try to figure out what triggers this dream.
In it, I know I "really" work elsewhere at a full time job, but I am consulting as a second job as a programmer at Biogen, a company I did used to work for. However, the building is not a real-life Biogen building. In my dream, there is a set of cubicles where my team works and I'm there with them. I have the sense both in this dream and in previous ones that I've started and stopped the consulting job a few times by this point, fairly randomly.
I move my laptop down to a lower floor to be in with the admin folk, who are much more friendly. I enjoy working with them. They are asking if they should leave before 5pm and I tell them no, that they should wait until the proper departure time. I explain that I'm on a different kind of salary plan where it's based on total hours, so I tend to come in late and work late. Most of them leave at 5pm. There's some talk of layoffs and I tell them not to worry, that Biogen has always done well in the past.
There's some talk about finding a suitcase that has been Twittered about, and people are roaming around looking for the suitcase. We're not sure what we'll find in it.
Some executives call me to help them with their new multi-speaker stereo system and they're appreciative of my help in setting it up. I feel valued.
Then suddenly there's an alert of a tornado coming, and we all head towards the exit. The admin area is on a near-top-floor of a skyrise so first we go out into the hallway but it's not safe to use the elevators so we run to a "safe room" in the back corner of the building. This safe room has figured in several of my dreams. We get there and think we are OK. But then when we're leaving, another tornado comes and it is huge and now we're stuck in the middle of the hall. A friend of mine from Biogen, Gregg Santo, is there and we huddle against the elevator well, hoping it will be enough to protect us from the tornado.
It's very odd. I have no idea what causes this set of dreams to start up. Maybe it's my tight finances, maybe subconsciously I am thinking about having to "go back to a real job".
Lisa Shea, Owner