I was either Lee Adama from BSG or Jack from LOST just before I woke up, and Cara Thrace was laying on a makeshift island bed clutching some sort of computer hard drive. She was asleep and clearly sick. She had a thermometer in her mouth and was also foaming from the mouth. My concern for her was overwhelming. When she woke up for a brief few seconds, her eyes went wide with fear and she asked where she was as if asking a captor. I went over to her and laid a hand tenderly on her arm and responded, "You're on an island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean."
She chuckled a bit, with a hint of a cough caused by fluid in the lungs, and responded, "How did I know that already?"
My alarm went off.

I just woke from a very vivid dream in which I was once again working for MPI Research, but in a management position. I was in what we referred to as a "Think-tank meeting," one which could result in drastic changes at MPI. Leading this meeting was a very intense, slightly older (late 30s?) blonde woman who I knew had recently lost a pregnancy and was a bit emotionally erratic. She was a no-BS type of woman who expected respect and propriety, which I was diligent to provide. While she talked, I was walking around the room, though listening intently, and can remember looking out a very large single-paned window into the parking lot. The furniture was pretty modern and seemed to be designed to encourage "out-of-the-box" thinking, if you know what I mean.

At one point, another girl in the meeting (there were four of us total, and the one against the wall never said anything and was quite shy) asked if it might be a good idea to bring Larry (Larry Tamaccio, a semi-friend of mine from high school who had apparently come out to work for MPI as a research associate) into our "think-tank" group. The leader-lady referred to my suggestion that he'd be a bad idea because he was new to MPI and was unfamiliar with the "old ways" (by which she referred to the old Provantis version that we used before I was laid off). I wanted to step in and mention that it's been a long time since he started and he might be a better candidate now than when we first started the group, but she was talking about how he didn't even know how to clear pictures from the Provantis index file (I don't know what that means, but apparently it's a way to keep from getting in trouble).

As we wrapped up the meeting, we were all on our feet getting ready to go. The woman leading the meeting was talking to the girl on my right about something, but that girl was saying a sentence to me after each sentence the leader said to her. Eventually this drove me nuts so I turned to her and said, "Are you listening to her or are you talking to me?! Make up your mind." At the same time the leader said something along the same lines to her and she was taken aback. I remember thinking that she didn't know me very well and this would make her think I was rude, but I was frustrated at her terrible listening skills!

As we left the room, leader-lady said to notice that I had given us exactly 210, and that it was our job to figure out. I didn't even know what she was talking about. 210 minutes? 210 days? $2.10?


I'm thinking about it, and I know there was something in there about pregnancy. I think I might have been pregnant, and the date for which we set our meeting may have been my due date. I referred to a scratching clawing child working its way out of me. Weird.

Last night's dream featured characters from Lost!

A number of us were hanging out in the water at the beach, and the camera angle made it seem like we were still on the island, but then the camera pulled out and you could see we were actually just at the beach near a big city. Then we went grocery shopping, and Jack told Kate, Sawyer, and me (I was Hurley, boo) that we had to go back to the island. We met up at someone's house and were talking around the table, and then I couldn't hold it back any longer. I just began to cry and laid my head in Sawyer's lap (weird, I know). He was trying to sympathize with me while patting my back, but then he and Kate were sobbing also. Quite sad.

Last night, there were three parts to my dream, but I can only recall the last two parts.

II. Like I was/am doing in real life, I was visiting a school to observe some teachers. But somehow, while I was observing classes, I got involved in a boxing tournament taking place right there in the classroom. I won my first few fights, but just barely. I was coming up against a difficult opponent when this part of the dream ended.

III. I was walking with Krista in a park, and we ended up going into a department store that had closed for the night. I went upstairs to use the women's bathroom, and Krista went downstairs to use the men's bathroom. I think this might connect to an episode of the office in which Michael Scott uses a ladies' public restroom because the guys' room is nasty. When I came down to get Krista to leave, the lights were out, and I found her and another female friend tied up in the restroom, crying. I untied them and woke as we were heading for the door.

I sleep-freaked out last night.

I was having a dream that there was someone outside the door of my room. My dad was in my room by my closet door, and we were preparing to work together to defend against the invader. But then I realized that my dad was about to turn on me and my lightsaber was trapped somewhere in my sheets, so I grabbed my covers and sheets and ripped them up off my bed, shaking them out to find my double-sided, black handled lightsaber. Unfortunately I'm in the process of cleaning up my desk/room and all of my to-be-sorted papers were on half of my bed. This morning I found all of those papers sprawled across my floor. Boo.

A few nights ago I sleep-walked to my window and can remember thinking someone was outside looking in. So I closed my window (it's never closed!) and locked it with the lock bar. In addition to that I also closed up my blinds, which are never completely closed.

I think I might be a bit paranoid this week.