The happy place

The dream started with that a guy at work quit. He just disappeared. A really senior network guy. A top expert.

A boss type; tall and slim with hair full of styling gel combed backwards asked if I was the stand in for him, which apparently I was. He then proceeded to ask a series of questions I didn’t have a clue about (to put me on the spot) and on the webserver a cryptic Dropwizard error page appeared.

It felt as though I was exposed. I wasn’t hired to be no network expert so I ended up in a type of trap. Then later in the conference room, one modern expensive looking type with glass doors and glass walls suddenly caught fire, but I put it out with the fire extinguisher I always carry on me.

Then, sitting in the cab of my Scania lorry, there were three black rat like beasts with sawtooth teeth who also resembled fishes came one by one into the truck through the closed door (because they could go through walls) and tried to attack, but I grabbed the first one and put it into the other one’s maw, shoved it in fully, and then shoved also that one in a similar fashion into the third thus double stuffing it. There was a zipper at its mouth, I zipped it shut with the other beasts caught inside each other in there and tossed it all out through the window of the lorry’s cab. It landed far below like ten meter down right next to a brown puddle.

Finally at home I saw the same Dropwizard error page at home and then I realised that the sleazy new boss tried to set me up and to sabotage for me.

He was after what was mine.